I am accused. I dream of massacres.I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them,Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the
Bashfulness is an ornament to youth, but a reproach to old age.
A bird that fears turbulence will never know how high it can fly.
Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.
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...
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that...
In action a great heart is the chief qualification. In work, a great head.
Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own.
Mother is far too clever to understand anything she does not like.
One of these days, will become a this day. And that day, will be the preeminent of days to come.
The father who has selflessly poured himself into the life of his children may leave no other monument than that of his children. But as for a life well lived, no other monument is necessary.