Even A Room Which Must Be Dark

The Nature Of Space Reflects What It Wants To Be.

I Try To Create Homes, Not Houses.

The Sun Never Knew How Great It Was Until It Hit The Side Of A Building.

All Material In Nature, The Mountains And The Streams And The Air And We, Are Made Of Light Which Has Been Spent, And This Crumpled Mass Called Material Casts A Shadow, And The Shadow Belongs To Light.

You Say To A Brick, 'what Do You Want, Brick?' And Brick Says To You, 'i Like An Arch.' And You Say To Brick, 'look, I Want One, Too, But Arches Are Expensive And I Can Use A Concrete Lintel.' And Then You Say: 'what Do You Think Of That, Brick?' Brick Says: 'i Like An Arch.'