How accidental our existences are, really, and how full of influence by circumstance.

Greek architecture taught me that the column is where the light is not, and the space between is where the light is. It is a matter of no-light, light, no-light, light. A column and a column brings light between them. To make a column which grows out of the wall and which makes its own rhythm of no-light, light, no-light, light: that is the marvel of the artist.

The Sun does not realise how wonderful it is until after a room is made.

If people want to see Beaux-Arts, it's fine with me. I'm interested in good architecture as anybody else.

I sense Light as the giver of all presences, and material as spent Light. What is made by Light casts a shadow, and the shadow belongs to Light.

Architecture is the reaching out for the truth.

We are born of light. The seasons are felt through light. We only know the world as it is evoked by light.