Who can ever know what turns the spark into flame?
Dreams become regrets when left in the mind, never planted in the soil of action.
Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
He who dares not offend cannot be honest.
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires...
If I wanna die I may be awesome that I fear nothing. So I can do anything in this earth. Cause I am about to die. And If I start to do anything in this earth, the worst can be, I will die. This is the...
When you are fitted in a racing car and you race to win, second or third place is not enough.
Deeply happy people are even thankful for the trials and tragedies they pass through.
People and institutions that refuse to admit error eventually discredit themselves.
The details are the very source of expression in architecture. But we are caught in a vice between art and the bottom line.
Life is rich always changing always challenging and we architects have the task of transmitting into wood concrete glass and steel of transforming human aspirations into habitable and meaningful...