The building's identity resided in the ornament.

Every building is like a person. Single and unrepeatable.

A proper building grows naturally, logically, and poetically out of all its conditions.

To teach is to touch the heart and impel it to action.

Man shall find his anchorage in self-recognition.

How strange it seems that education, in practice, so often means suppression: that instead of leading the mind outward to the light of day it crowds things in upon it that darken and weary it.

But the building's identity resided in the ornament.

Once you learn to look at architecture not merely as an art more or less well or more or less badly done, but as a social manifestation, the critical eye becomes clairvoyant.

Our architecture reflects truly as a mirror.

Words are most malignant, the most treacherous possession of mankind. They are saturated with the sorrows of all time.

What are books but folly, and what is an education but an arrant hypocrisy, and what is art but a curse when they touch not the heart and impel it not to action?

Change is the end of something you know and the beginning of something else that you don't know. Something new that holds opportunities.

.....we find ourselves inhabitants of the last few living cells of a dying god

With clothes, I like mixing what different designers do until it becomes a personal expression of how I'm feeling that day.

Studies show that when we vocalize an opinion, whether or not we believe it to be true, in time we usually come to support it.

Key to more success is a clean heart and a clean face.

A poem can use anything to talk about anything.

It is a good and safe rule to sojourn in every place as if you meant to spend your life there, never omitting an opportunity of doing a kindness, or speaking a true word, or making a friend.

I have two false hips, a wired-up right knee, two crushed discs and scoliosis. If I don't dance, I seize up.

And all the time he was enjoying his badness, hugging it to him as though it were a friend, and not caring a bit.

I thought of all that worked dark pits Of war, and died Digging the rock where Death reputes Peace lies indeed.