“The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.”

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.

Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.

It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.

One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.

Everything in nature is resurrection.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

Where there is nothing, there is God.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.

I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.

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.

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars – mere globs of gas atoms. I, too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?

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.

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

It isn’t a matter of black is beautiful as much as it is white is not all that’s beautiful.

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.

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!