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

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.

Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.

We create our buildings and then they create us. Likewise, we construct our circle of friends and our communities and then they construct us.

Form follows function - that has been misunderstood. Form and function should be one, joined in a spiritual union.

I know the price of success: dedication, hard work, and an unremitting devotion to the things you want to see happen.

You have to go wholeheartedly into anything in order to achieve anything worth having.

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

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

We should learn from the snail: it has devised a home that is both exquisite and functional.

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.

You humans always try to make things too simple, except when you’re trying to make things too complicated. You can never just be with what is.

All of the years I spent trying to be someone you could be proud of would have been better spent being proud of myself for who I already was.

Minimalism means not trying to improve perfection.

I hope I shall have ambition until the day I die.

I refuse to spend my life worrying about what I eat. There is no pleasure worth forgoing just for an extra three years in the geriatric ward.

Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.

It’s in our best interest to put some of the old rules aside and create new ones and follow the consumer – what the consumer wants and where the consumer wants to go.

Alice! A childish story take, And with a gentle hand, Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined In Memory's mystic band, Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers Plucked in far-off land.

All the wars of the world, all the Caesars, have not the staying power of a lily in a cottage garden.

Is it not a great temptation to be so valiant in imagination and so cowardly in execution?