“The Machine is Intellect mastering the drudgery of the earth that the plastic art may live; that the margin of leisure and strength by which man’s life upon earth can be made beautiful, may immeasurably widen; its function ultimately to emancipate human expression!”

Man is a phase of nature, and only as he is related to nature does he matter, does he have any account whatever above the dust.

We have no longer an outside and an inside as two separate things. Now the outside may come inside and the inside may and does go outside. They are of each other. Form and function thus become one in design and execution if the nature of materials and method and purpose are all in unison.

Television is chewing gum for the eyes.

Give me the luxuries of life and I will willingly do without the necessities.

Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.

The measure of its nobility and its continuity is its depth of feeling and its sincerity. And if it has that quality, it stands.

Philip Johnson is a highbrow. A highbrow is a man educated beyond his capacity. His house is a box of glass — not shelter. The meaning of the word shelter includes privacy.

Bureaucrats: they are dead at 30 and buried at 60. They are like custard pies; you can’t nail them to a wall.

Give me the luxuries of life and I will gladly do without the necessities.

Youth is a circumstance you can’t do anything about. The trick is to grow up without getting old.

We create our buildings and then they create us. Likewise, we construct our circle of friends and our communities and then they construct us.

Nature is never other than serene even in a thunderstorm.

You can use an eraser on the drafting table or a sledge hammer on the construction site.

Freedom lies within.

Nature is all the body of God we mortals will ever see.

A doctor can bury his mistakes, but an architect can only advice his clients to plant vines.

It does not follow, that because a particular work of art succeeds in charming us, its creator also deserves our admiration.

I am a museum full of art but you had your eyes shut.

Nature is the art of God.

True art comes from flying with the madness so close you burn your eyelashes.

What is art without the human touch before it all gets dark.

The art of being uncomfortable is a fine one it is necessary to become strong.

All she built had fallen apart it’s OK she believed destruction was art.

The art of reading and studying consists of remembering the essentials and forgetting what is not essential.