“Simplicity and Repose are qualities that measure the true value of any work of art.”

Nature is never other than serene even in a thunderstorm.

You can use an eraser on the drafting table or a sledge hammer on the construction site.

Freedom lies within.

Nature is all the body of God we mortals will ever see.

A doctor can bury his mistakes, but an architect can only advice his clients to plant vines.

Less is more only when more is too much.

Early in life I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose honest arrogance and have seen no occasion to change.

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!

Early in my career, I had to choose between an honest arrogance and a hypercritical humility… I deliberately choose an honest arrogance, and I’ve never been sorry.

A professional is one who does his best work when he feels the least like working.

The 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.

The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.

The belief in a thing makes it happen.

Life is truth.

Bring out the nature of the materials. Let their nature intimately into your scheme.

Nature is my manifestation of God.

Let art be your personal savior. Dragging you down a happy abyss. Let it channel all your emotions. Potential never going amiss.

Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.

Art is about trying to find the good in people and making the world a more compassionate place.

I taught myself the art of forgetfulness. If they were meant to be remembered, they would have stayed.

Tainted with lies, toxic fire dancing in your eyes. Kisses like poison arrows aiming for the heart killing me softly. Toxic love is an art.

Show me your art and let me fall in love with it.

I feel that my environment reflects my belief in the grace and art and elegance of living simply.

Too many goodbyes. This girl has mastered the art of letting go.