“All fine architectural values are human values, else not valuable.”

Youth is not an age thing. It’s a quality. Once you’ve had it, you never lose it.

Art for art’s sake is a philosophy of the well-fed.

Each material has its own message.

Space is the breath of art.

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.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.

The human heart is vast enough to contain all the world.

Religion is a history of wickedness that has served to corrupt and brutalize humankind; and, for my part, I sincerely detest it as I detest everything that is cruel.

If you think about some of the things that are being talked about by thoughtful, intelligent scientists, you realize that in 100 years the human race won’t even be recognizable.

I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.

Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.

I like the crazy ones- the ones made of a little bit of human and a lot of star.