“If someone who is tattooed dies in freedom, then he does so a few years before he would have committed murder.”

The work of art wants to draw people out of their state of comfort.

The work is a private matter for the artist. The house is not.

I have emerged victorious from my thirty years of struggle.

he architect’s task therefore, is to make those sentiments more precise.

Tattooed men who are not behind bars are either latent criminals or degenerate aristocrats.

I would be able to infer, form the shape of that button

The bank must declare: here your money is secure and well looked after by honest people.

How they lived, what was their religion, their art, their mentality.

. The work of art is revolutionary; the house is conservative.

Be not afraid of being called un-fashionable.

How these people dressed, built their houses,

The first ornament to have been invented, the cross, was of erotic origin.

The law courts must appear as a threatening gesture toward secret vice.

I have freed mankind from superfluous ornament.

Otherwise stay with what is traditional, for truth, even if it be hundreds of years old has a stronger inner bond with us than the lie that walks by our side.

Architecture arouses sentiments in man. T

I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.

Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you

Time goes by so fast. Nothin’ can outrun it. Death commences too early–almost before you’re half-acquainted with life–you meet the other.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.

I discovered I was an Asian American when I arrived in the U.S. I didn’t identify as that before I came here.

The past is never dead. It’s not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity.

Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.

The happiest moments in any affair take place after the loved one has learned to accommodate the lover and before the maddening personality of either party has emerged like a jagged rock from the receding tides of lust and curiosity.