If a building becomes architecture, then it is art.

Clearly, if a building is not functionally and technically in order, then it isn't architecture either, it's just a building.

There is always a point when one senses ones lack of skill, the doubt

I have no philosophy, my favourite thing is sitting in the studio.

Besides, I think that when one has been through a boarding school, especially then, you have some resistance, because it was both fine comradeship and a fairly hard training.

The primary factor is proportions.

People buy a chair, and they don't really care who designed it.

I do not feel certain until I have confronted my initial solution with other solutions - although in fact the first solution often proves to be the right one.

It may sound affected - but it is the act of creation itself, and it is equally exhilarating whether one is working on a teaspoon or a national bank.

A pastry usually tastes better if it looks nice. A cream pastry, now that looks nice - in fact, there is nothing I mind as long as it looks nice.

If architecture had nothing to do with art, it would be astonishingly easy to build houses, but the architect's task - his most difficult task - is always that of selecting.

Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.

Practice rather than preach. Make of your life an affirmation, defined by your ideals, not the negation of others. Dare to the level of your capability then go beyond to a higher level.

The only thing left worth saving is wilderness.

Whenever we strive to make progress in our meditations, contemplations and so forth we are practicing effort.

Gary Snyder's The Practice of the Wild is an exquisite, far-sighted articulation of what freedom, wildness, goodness, and grace mean, using the lessons of the planet to teach us how to live.

I think in life, if you continue to challenge yourself, you can pride yourself in what you continuously accomplish.

I never believe anything in the world of entertainment until it actually happens and the check clears the bank.

Attain to the place where no one and no thing can disturb you.

I think that's part of people wanting a wholesome life, to surround yourself with farm animals and fields. That's sort of an American ideal.

Is man’s civilization only a wrappage, through which the savage nature of him can still burst, infernal as ever?