“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.”

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!

Early in my career, I had to choose between an honest arrogance and a hypercritical humility… I deliberately choose an honest arrogance, and I’ve never been sorry.

A professional is one who does his best work when he feels the least like working.

The primitive ideals of centralization are now largely self-defeating. Human crucifixion by vertically on the now static checkerboard of the old city is pattern already in agony; yet for lack of any organic planning it is going on and on-not living, but rather hanging by its eyebrows from its nervous system.

The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.

The belief in a thing makes it happen.

Life is truth.

Bring out the nature of the materials. Let their nature intimately into your scheme.

Nature is my manifestation of God.

The ultimate creative thinking technique is to think like God. If you’re an atheist, pretend how God would do it.

I know the price of success: dedication, hard work, and an unremitting devotion to the things you want to see happen.

I prefer honest arrogance to hypocritical modesty.

Maybe we can show government how to operate better as a result of better architecture.

A man is a fool if he drinks before he reaches the age of 50, and a fool if he doesn’t afterward.

I don’t know whether you are a saint or a fool said my lawyer. I replied Is there a difference?

The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization.

Sad to say I’m missing the Masters. Thanks to the fans for so many kind wishes.

A little learning is a dangerous thing.

If I were asked to what the singular prosperity and growing strength of Americans ought mainly to be attributed, I should reply: To the superiority of their women.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

The job, of course, will never be finished. For a nation, as for an individual, education is a perpetually unfinished journey, a continuing process of discovery.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink of it deeply, or taste it not, for shallow thoughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking deeply sobers us again.

I believe that at the end of the century the use of words and general educated opinion will have altered so much that one will be able to speak of machines thinking without expecting to be contradicted.

It is the classic fallacy of our time that a moron run through a university and decorated with a Ph.D. will thereby cease to be a moron.