My house is my refuge, an emotional piece of architecture, not a cold piece of convenience.

I think that the ideal space must contain elements of magic, serenity, sorcery and mystery.

I don't divide architecture, landscape and gardening; to me they are one.

Life deprived of beauty is not worthy of being called human.

Architecture is a art when one consciously or unconsciously creates aesthetic emotion in the atmosphere and when this environment produces well being.

All architecture, which does not express serenity, fails in its spiritual mission. Thus, it has been a mistake to abandon the shelter of walls for the inclemency of large areas of glass.

Don't ask me about this building or that one, don't look at what I do, see what I see.

The Art of Seeing. It is essential to an architect to know how to see: I mean, to see in such a way that the vision is not overpowered by rational analysis.

Only in intimate communion with solitude may man find himself. Solitude is good company and my architecture is not for those who fear or shun it.

A garden must combine the poetic and he mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy

Beauty is the oracle that speaks to us all.

They hugged, tight and warm and full of the promise he’d made upon waking up.

Freedom is an internal achievement rather than an external adjustment.

Peace does not appear so distant as it did. I hope it will come soon, and come to stay; and so come as to be worth the keeping in all future time.

Never run with scissors or other pointy objects.

No one blames her." "That never matters," said Alec. "Not when you blame yourself.

Mindfulness is when you are engaged in activities but the mind is set into the meditative state all the time. Meditation is to be aware of many different levels. It's not just the absence of thought.

The writer is an explorer. Every step is an advance into a new land.

I always imagine that I want to make art that is going to kill you,whether it’s going to do it visually or physically, I’ll take either way.

I had done a guerrilla in World War II, so I had some knowledge of, of the the village life, and the way guerrillas worked.

Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.