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

If it sells, it’s art.

There is nothing more uncommon than common sense.

One war only breeds another.

An idea is salvation by imagination.

You will find Goodness and Truth everywhere you go. If you have to choose, choose Truth. For that is closest to Earth. Keep close to the Earth, in that lies strength. Simplicity of heart is just as necessary for an architect as for a farmer or a minister if the architect is going to build great buildings.

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

Regard it as just as desirable to build a chicken house as to build a cathedral.

An idea is inevitably a coordination. It is a coming together of something that is separate or disorganized or incomplete. With an idea you begin to feel into the nature of that incompleteness.

I’m all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let’s start with typewriters.

Buildings, too, are children of Earth and Sun.

The thing always happens that you really believe in; and the belief in a thing makes it happen.

Simplicity and Repose are qualities that measure the true value of any work of art.

The room within is the great fact about the building.

The mission of an architect is to help people understand how to make life more beautiful, the world a better one for living in, and to give reason, rhyme, and meaning to life.

The best friend of earth of man is the tree.

I attend the greatest of all Churches. I put a capital N on Nature, and call it my Church.

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

Every consciousness pursues the death of the other.

One always dies too soon – or too late. And yet one’s whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are — your life, and nothing else.

Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.

You can bet everything will come to an end. It’s going to be ugly and it’s going to be a mess, and it’s going to be something that somebody did in the name of God.

If my body dies, let my body die, but do not let my country die.

Better to die on one’s feet than to live on one’s knees.

End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.