Poetry is a necessity of life.

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese

You can't have everything. Where would you put it?

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.

To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.

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.

If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?

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

Inequality was the price of civilization.

It isn't important to come out on top. What matters is to come out alive.

[My mother] pretty much used to go along with my dad in that she wanted me to get an education so that if this incredible dream I had didn't work out, I would have something to fall back on.

Children are paparazzi. They take your picture with their minds when you don't want them to see you at your worst. Trust me, they SEE and HEAR everything.

The better cancer patients understand why they are here on this planet and what their spiritual purpose is, the better their prognosis for survival.

Now you have Donald Trump ready to execute policy on the basis that the Muslims are the problem, not ISIS. Oh Jesus, it's a circular firing squad.

When you drink water, don't forget the fountain.

May the Great Mystery continue to guide and protect the paths of you and your loved ones.

Whatever happens, believe that the journey is worth taking, and then you will reach its end.

Nothing impresses the mind with a deeper feeling of loneliness than to tread the silent and deserted scene of former throng and pageant.