All the elements, whose aid man calls in, will sometimes become big masters.

Moller, in his Essay on Architecture, taught that the building which was fitted accurately to answer its end would turn out to be beautiful, though beauty had not been intended. I find the like unity in human structures rather virulent and pervasive.

I like people who like Plato.

I quote another man's saying; unluckily, that other withdraws himself in the same way, and quotes me.

Never utter the truism but live it among men.

The leaves are falling, falling as from way off, as though far gardens withered in the skies; they are falling with denying gestures. And in the nights the heavy earth is falling from all the stars down into loneliness. We all are falling. This hand falls. And look at others: it is in them all. And yet there is one who holds this falling endlessly gently in his hands.

It is about your outlook towards life. You can either regret or rejoice.