“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.”

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.

The good building is not one that hurts the landscape, but one which makes the landscape more beautiful than it was before the building was built.

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.

Good taste is not a substitute for knowledge.

Wood is universally beautiful to man. It is the most humanly intimate of all materials.

The truth is more important than the facts.

A box is more a coffin for the human spirit than an inspiration.

A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.

The beautiful thing about setbacks is they introduce us to our strengths.

See, my children, a person who is in a state of sin is always sad. Whatever he does, he is weary and disgusted with every thing; while he who is at peace with God is always happy, always joyous. . . Oh, beautiful life! Oh, beautiful death!

Just one smile Immensely increases the beauty Of the universe.

You can be with one of the most beautiful women in the world and still be unhappy.

Just let the chaos in you be beautiful. You are such a soft and wild thing.

And as I walk round the park I always think, ‘Maybe round the corner I am going to find something beautiful.’ I always think positively. It is very rare that you find me in a mood that is sad or melancholic.

O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, “Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!