The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization.

The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.

It is impossible, as impossible as to raise the dead, to restore anything that has ever been great or beautiful in architecture. That which I have insisted upon as the life of the whole, that spirit which is given only by the hand and eye of the workman, can never be recalled.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

No architecture is so haughty as that which is simple.