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

Man loves everything that satisfies his comfort.

All art is erotic.

The work of art is responsible to none; the house is responsible to everyone.

Lack of ornamentation is a sign of spiritual strength.

The room has to be comfortable; the house has to look habitable.

Be truthful. Nature only sides with truth.

The house thinks of the present.

Supply and demand regulate architectural form.

He hates everything that wants to draw him out of his acquired and secured position and that disturbs him.

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.

There’s an appeal to the American sense of exceptionalism, that we’re morally superior, as way to not be self-critical. I think that’s a bit dangerous.

People’s feelings are easily swayed. The things reflected in people’s eyes are full of deception. Nothing is as it appears.

One of the things I’ve really gotten past in the last couple of years is the idea of being made uncomfortable by the way things appear, rather than how things are.

They’re only there to wait for the men. To love them and be loved back or not — mostly not; to be beaten up or killed; to appear as a face on the wall of Meurseault’s cell.

Nothing appears to be something. The human experience is a senseory organ for the divine self. Through these eyes, the divine gets to see itself in form.

Don’t create the appearance of fake authority.

And our knowledge will, we are easily persuaded, appear in turn the merest ignorance to those who come after us. Yet it is not to be despised, since by it we reach up groping to touch the hem of the garment of the Most High.

Sometimes I feel like a melody doesn’t have anything to do with me, but it’s just something that comes, is accumulated from me playing on the piano, and then this little creature just appears.