“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.”

A man is a fool if he drinks before he reaches the age of 50, and a fool if he doesn’t afterward.

I don’t know whether you are a saint or a fool said my lawyer. I replied Is there a difference?

The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization.

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

Now a work of art is a work of nature, but it is a work of human nature. It is a work of the mind: and it’s a work of the mind in circumstances for an occasion which, to which, for which, and which it may be supremely natural and simple and effective.

The human race built most nobly when limitations were greatest.

The only thing wrong with architecture is architects.

The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes. If you foolishly ignore beauty, you will soon find yourself without it. Your life will be impoverished. But if you invest in beauty, it will remain with you all the days of your life.

The heart is the chief feature of a functioning mind.

The best friend on earth of man is the tree: When we use the tree respectfully and economically, we have one of the greatest resources of the earth.

More and more, so it seems to me, light is the beautifier of the building.

Imitate nothing except principle.

No 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.

Harvard takes perfectly good plums as students, and turns them into prunes.

The measure of a man’s culture is the measure of his appreciation. We are ourselves what we appreciate and no more.

As we work along our various ways, there takes shape within us, in some sort, an ideal – something we are to become – some work to be done. This, I think, is denied to very few, and we begin really to live only when the thrill of this ideality moves us in what we will to accomplish.