“If you wisely invest in beauty, it will remain with you all the days of your life.”

An architect’s most useful tools are an eraser at the drafting board and a wrecking ball at the site.

The best thing to do is go as far out as you can get… what you regard as ‘too far’-and when others follow, as they will, move on.

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.

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.

Down to the marrow in your bones, you will always be beautiful to me.

The fabric of your life is a beautiful tapestry of contrast.

You’re my crescent moon not perfect but beautiful.

Sun rising slowly, frost hanging in the plush air; The skies are ablaze.

Just because you haven’t seen how wonderful, beautiful, and special she is, doesn’t mean no one else will.

Into you, like the sun embraces the moon – a beautiful eclipse.

Muses are born from a soul that is aching but I would sacrifice the most beautiful art if I could stop one heart from breaking.

Don’t let your soft kind heart be hardened by those who failed to treasure its beauty, beloved.