Architecture struck me between the eye and the eyeball.
In a small room one does not say what one would in a large room.
The sun never knew how great it was until it hit the side of a building.
Design is not making beauty, beauty emerges from selection, affinities, integration, love.
Every building must have... its own soul.
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