“A shifty, fickle object is woman, always.”

Rumor starts as a timid thing, But soon it covers the earth, and its voices ring, While its feet walk the ground and its head is above the clouds.

Time carries all things, even our wits, away.

Every man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.

Rumor starts as a timid thing, But soon it covers the earth, and its voices ring, While its feet walk the ground and its head is above the clouds.

Time carries all things, even our wits, away.

Do not yield to misfortunes, but advance more boldly to meet them, as your fortune permits you.

I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts.

Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.

She has a human face and as far as the groin she is a girl with lovely breasts, but below she is a monstrous sea creature, her womb full of wolves

Each of us bears his own Hell.

Time passes irrevocably.

All our sweetest hours fly fastest

No day shall erase you from the memory of time.

All things by nature are ready to get worse.

Look with favour upon a bold beginning.

A woman is an ever fickle and changeable thing.

We must therefore rediscover, after the natural world, the social world, not as an object or sum of objects, but as a permanent field or dimension of existence.

There has to be irony, both in design and in the objects. I see around me a professional disease of taking everything too seriously. One of my secrets is to joke all the time

All the vital mechanisms, varied as they are, have only one object, that of preserving constant the conditions of life in the internal environment.

Our body is not in space like things; it inhabits or haunts space. It applies itself to space like a hand to an instrument. And when we wish to move about, we do not move the body as we move an object.

The perennial architectural debate has always been, and will continue to be, about art versus use, visions versus pragmatism, aesthetics versus social responsibility.

We know not the matter of the things for which we should pray, neither the object to whom we pray, nor the medium by or through whom we pray; none of these things know we, but by the help and assistance of the Spirit.

When object of our anxiety is God, then that brings ecstacy.

It’s an idea you have of yourself, like the idea you have of your own personality which finds its best representation in the world in terms of specific flows of imaginary images. That’s what directing is.