Love is the virtue of the Heart, Sincerity is the virtue of the Mind, Decision is the virtue of the Will, Courage is the virtue of the Spirit.
When I see architecture that moves me, I hear music in my inner ear.
Youth is not an age thing. It’s a quality. Once you’ve had it, you never lose it.
Architecture isman’sgreat sense of himself embodied in a world of his own making. It may rise as high in quality only as its source because great art isgreat life.
The dynamic ideal we call democracy, gradually growing up in the human heart for two-thousand five hundred years, at least, has now every opportunity to found the natural democratic state in these United States of America by way of natural economic order and a natural, or organic, architecture.
The outcome of the city will depend on the race between the automobile and the elevator, and anyone who bets on the elevator is crazy.
Entering into the spirit of this interior, you will discover the best possible atmosphere in which to show fine paintings or listen to music. It is this atmosphere that seems to me most lacking in our art galleries, museums, music halls and theaters.
I prefer honest arrogance to hypocritical modesty.
Eventually, I think Chicago will be the most beautiful great city left in the world.
Art is a discovery and development of elementary principles of nature into beautiful forms suitable for human use.
Regard it as just as desirable to build a chicken house as to build a cathedral.
Harvard takes perfectly good plums as students, and turns them into prunes.
Youth is a quality, not a matter of circumstances.
Tip the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles.
If it keeps up, man will atrophy all his limbs but the push-button finger.
There is nothing more uncommon than common sense.
I have been black and blue in some spot, somewhere, almost all my life from too intimate contacts with my own furniture.
Toleration and liberty are the foundations of a great republic.
Bureaucrats: they are dead at 30 and buried at 60. They are like custard pies; you can’t nail them to a wall.
Art for art’s sake is a philosophy of the well-fed.