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.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTMan 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.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTThey turned the country up on its side, and everything loose fell into California.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTA doctor can bury his mistakes, but an architect can only advice his clients to plant vines.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTThe measure of a man’s culture is the measure of his appreciation. We are ourselves what we appreciate and no more.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTHarvard takes perfectly good plums as students, and turns them into prunes.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTI never design a building before I’ve seen the site and met the people who will be using it.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTAn idea is inevitably a coordination. It is a coming together of something that is separate or disorganized or incomplete. With an idea you begin to feel into the nature of that incompleteness.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTAn idea is salvation by imagination.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTI prefer honest arrogance to hypocritical modesty.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTEarly in life I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose honest arrogance and have seen no occasion to change.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTSimplicity and Repose are qualities that measure the true value of any work of art.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTNo house should ever be on a hill or on anything. It should be of the hill. Belonging to it. Hill and house should live together each the happier for the other.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTI know the price of success: dedication, hard work, and an unremitting devotion to the things you want to see happen.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTI’ll bridge these hills with graceful arches
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTGive me the luxuries of life and I will willingly do without the necessities.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHTThe 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.
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT