I hope you will understand that architecture has nothing to do with the inventions of forms. It is not a playground for children, young or old. Architecture is the real battleground of the spirit.

No design is possible until the materials with which you design are completely understood

Architecture is a language. When you are very good, you can be a poet

Architecture starts when you carefully put two bricks together. There it begins.

God is in the details.

We must remember that everything depends on how we use a material, not on the material itself... New materials are not necessarily superior. Each material is only what we make it.

A chair is a very difficult object. A skyscraper is almost easier. That is why Chippendale is famous.

I don't want to be interesting. I want to be good.

We must be as familiar with the functions of our building as with our materials. We must learn what a building can be, what it should be, and also what it must not be.

It is better to be good than to be original.

Architecture is the will of the age conceived in spatial terms.

And what greater might do we possess as human beings than our capacity to question and to learn?

Every day that we're not practicing godliness we're being conformed to the world of ungodliness around us.

Leo Strauss's discoveries in the history of political philosophy had the effect of liberating his students from the yoke of contemporary thought.

We should so work as if we were to be saved by our works; and so rely on Jesus Christ, as if we did no works.

There are things about us that make us who we are, personality traits, or capacities that we have, or knowledge we possess or that we don't possess, habits we have that are good or bad.

They still believe in God, the family, angels, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other obsolete stuff.

Try to make others happy, and don't despair over all the evil in the world. Instead of cursing the dark, let us each light one small lamp.

We all do better, when we all do better.

If England was what England seems, An not the England of our dreams, But only putty, brass, an' paint, 'Ow quick we'd chuck 'er! But she ain't!

I don't see the big picture. I don't have a clue. But I know God does. I'm going to declare that, even if I don't feel it right now.