In a small room one does not say what one would in a large room.

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.

A great building must begin with the unmeasurable, must go through measurable means when it is being designed and in the end must be unmeasurable.

Thoughts exchanged by one and another are not the same in one room as in another.

Also marvelous in a room is the light that comes through the windows of a room and that belongs to the room. The sun does not realize how beautiful it is until after a room is made. A man’s creation, the making of a room, is nothing short of a miracle. Just think, that a man can claim a slice of the sun.

How precious a book is in light of the offering, in the light of the one who has the privilege of this offering. The library tells you of this offering

Architecture struck me between the eye and the eyeball.