Modern architecture does not mean the use of immature new materials; the main thing is to refine materials in a more human direction.

Nothing is as dangerous in architecture as dealing with separated problems. If we split life into separated problems we split the possibilities to make good building art.

Form must have a content, and that content must be linked with nature.

Human life is a combination of tragedy and comedy. The shapes and designs that surround us are the music accompanying this tragedy and this comedy.

The ultimate goal of the architect...is to create a paradise. Every house, every product of architecture... should be a fruit of our endeavour to build an earthly paradise for people.

Building art is a synthesis of life in materialised form. We should try to bring in under the same hat not a splintered way of thinking, but all in harmony together.

Beauty is the harmony of purpose and form.

God created paper for the purpose of drawing architecture on it. Everything else is at least for me an abuse of paper.

We should work for simple, good, undecorated things, but things which are in harmony with the human being and organically suited to the little man in the street.

I tell you, it is easier to build a grand opera or a city center than to build a personal house.

Objects are made to be completed by the human mind.

I wish I had a dollar for every hour I've spent in the library, " he always says. I have to agree- we'd probably never have to worry about money again.

At his words not my body, but my soul bucked, decimating barriers that until then had been untouched.

Newspapers provided a common culture of aspiration.

I believe strongly in the rights of women... my mother is a woman, my sister is a woman, my daughter is a woman, my wife is a woman.

I tend over the years to have developed a certain hesitancy about believing that headlines tell the whole story.

You don’t go to a show because you think someone in the band is hot.

Ego says, "Once everything falls into place, I'll feel peace". Spirit says, "Find your peace, and then everything will fall into place".

What is thine is mine, and all mine is thine. [Lat., Quod tuum'st meum'st; omne meum est autem tuum.]

I don't think any of my kids would have a good word to say about me. I think they deny that they even know me. At school, they pretend they are Anton du Beke's kids.

We [England] have become all Billy Big Time and become too big for our boots, and yet we have got nothing to shout about