“Building becomes architecture only when the mind of man consciously takes it and tries with all his resources to make it beautiful, to put concordance, sympathy with nature, and all that into it. Then you have architecture.”

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.

Less is more only when more is too much.

Early in life I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose honest arrogance and have seen no occasion to change.

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.

I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.

Real beauty is when you’re centered, when our mind is with the truth. That is how every baby is beautiful because they are centered.

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

God is a specialist at making something useful and beautiful out of something broken and confused.

Treasure the souls who call your twisted dreams, beautiful.

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

To become a good person, work as hard as you do in order to look beautiful.