I don't call myself an 'industrial designer,' because I'm other things. Industrial designers want to make novel things. Novelty is a concept of commerce, not an aesthetic concept.

The playful search for beauty.

When I met my designs in the market of a remote village in the West Indies, or in the airport restaurant in Zurich, I felt like the mother of many well-behaved children.

Everything I do is a direct creation of my hands, whether it is made in wood, plaster or clay.

I never wanted to do something grotesque. I never wanted to shock. I wanted my audience to be happy, to be kind.

Beautiful things make people happy.

My designs are meant to attract the hand as well as the eye.

I think with my hands. I design things to be touched-not for a museum. A piece is ready when it has the shape of something to cherish.

If you think of beautiful things, you’re not sad.

When you have clay in your hands, it's hard to avoid making birds.

When you begin your work, nothing exists. When it is finished it looks as if it just happened, spontaneously, effortlessly, convincingly. It looks as though it had been there all along.

Every sphere of life demands enduring spirit and strength.

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way

God sees it all and He gives you the chance to show faithfulness in your ministry to Him

Wisdom is known only by contrasting it with folly; by shadow only we perceive that all visible objects are not flat. Yet Philanthropos would abolish evil!

The next generation will remake the world in a way that allows us to live in a more sustainable way, both personally and globally.

Your system was liable to periodical convulsions, business crises at intervals of five to ten years, which wrecked the industries of the nation.

I did try very hard to tell the whole truth without violating my literary instincts.

A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.

When I see something unjust, I have to intervene - it's hard for me to watch the underdog suffer.

Song is not Truth, not Wisdom, but the rose Upon Truths lips, the light in Wisdom's eyes.