A proper building grows naturally, logically, and poetically out of all its conditions.

Every building is like a person. Single and unrepeatable.

To teach is to touch the heart and impel it to action.

Man shall find his anchorage in self-recognition.

How strange it seems that education, in practice, so often means suppression: that instead of leading the mind outward to the light of day it crowds things in upon it that darken and weary it.

But the building's identity resided in the ornament.

Once you learn to look at architecture not merely as an art more or less well or more or less badly done, but as a social manifestation, the critical eye becomes clairvoyant.

Our architecture reflects truly as a mirror.

Words are most malignant, the most treacherous possession of mankind. They are saturated with the sorrows of all time.

What are books but folly, and what is an education but an arrant hypocrisy, and what is art but a curse when they touch not the heart and impel it not to action?

Implicit in true freedom of spirit lies a proud and virile will. Such glorious power of free will to choose, envisages beneficent social responsibility as manifest and welcome.

Love fuels a happy soul.

Unless we believe that God renews creation every day, our prayers grow habitual and tedious.

I much condole with you on your late loss... pains and diseases of the mind are only cured by Forgetfulness;--Reason but skins the wound, which is perpetually liable to fester again.

To be reserved, secretive, with a passionate violence that causes suffering.

A mind truly cultivated never feels that the intellectual process is complete until it can reproduce in some media the thing which it has absorbed.

I've spent more time playing golf than anything else the last 18 years. Just wanted to be an 80s-shooter. Got there, too.

I was thinking that maybe when everything around you changed all the time, it was nice to know that something would always be the same

[...] falling in love with someone beautiful and intelligent and the rest of it, then feeling like a blank twit put you at something of a disadvantage.

Things change whether you want them to, or not--unless you are dead. Don't hold so hard to the past that you die with it.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"