“The Machine is Intellect mastering the drudgery of the earth that the plastic art may live; that the margin of leisure and strength by which man’s life upon earth can be made beautiful, may immeasurably widen; its function ultimately to emancipate human expression!”

Limitation is always insult–not flattery.

I’ll bridge these hills with graceful arches

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

Love is the greatest virtue of the heart.

They turned the country up on its side, and everything loose fell into California.

The longer that I live the more beautiful life becomes.

Eventually, I think Chicago will be the most beautiful great city left in the world.

Nature is the inspiration for all ornamentation.

Toleration and liberty are the foundations of a great republic.

A building should appear to grow easily from its site and be shaped to harmonize with its surroundings if Nature is manifest there.

Lack of culture means what it has always meant: ignoble civilization and therefore imminent downfall.

Nature is the only body of God that we shall ever see.

Noble life demands a noble architecture for noble uses of noble men.

Tip the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles.

I never design a building before I’ve seen the site and met the people who will be using it.

Why, I just shake the buildings out of my sleeves.

I try to keep the martial arts up. It’s a good thing, not just physically but also for your mind.

Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.

That’s what art is for me. It helps you maintain hope by giving you the ability to either create outside your reality, or to describe your reality.

Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.

A nation devoid of art and artists cannot have a full existence.

If you’re mad at someone for being excited and inspired by your art then you’re doing it wrong.

To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.