Every Time A Student Walks Past A

The Sun Does Not Realise How Wonderful It Is Until After A Room Is Made.

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.

Greek Architecture Taught Me That The Column Is Where The Light Is Not, And The Space Between Is Where The Light Is. It Is A Matter Of No-light, Light, No-light, Light. A Column And A Column Brings Light Between Them. To Make A Column Which Grows Out Of The Wall And Which Makes Its Own Rhythm Of No-light, Light, No-light, Light: That Is The Marvel Of The Artist.

A City Is The Place Of Availabilities. It Is The Place Where A Small Boy, As He Walks Through It, May See Something That Will Tell Him What He Wants To Do His Whole Life.

Architecture Is The Reaching Out For The Truth.