The ancient Romans built their greatest master pieces of architecture, their amphitheaters, for wild beasts to fight in.
Heredity is a strong factor, even in architecture. Necessity first mothered invention. Now invention has little ones of her own, and they look just like grandma.
A doctor can bury his mistakes but an architect can only advise his client to plant vines.
In architecture the pride of man, his triumph over gravitation, his will to power, assume visible form. Architecture is a sort of oratory of power by means of form.
You begin with a group of objects and then build a room like a glove to hold them.
The surroundings householders crave are glorified autobiographies ghost-written by willing architects and interior designers who, like their clients, want to show off.
No architecture is so haughty as that which is simple.
Small rooms or dwellings discipline the mind; large ones weaken it.
Architecture is to make us know and remember who we are.
The future of architecture does not lie so much in continuing to fill up the landscape as in bringing back life and order to our cities and towns.