There Are No Evils In

Everything Is So Infinitely Simple, So Infinitely Beautiful.

A Person In A Rented Apartment Must Be Able To Lean Out Of His Window And Scrape Off The Masonry Within Arm's Reach. And He Must Be Allowed To Take A Long Brush And Paint Everything Outside Within Arm's Reach. So That It Will Be Visible From Afar To Everyone In The Street That Someone Lives There Who Is Different From The Imprisoned, Enslaved, Standardised Man Who Lives Next Door.

The Line I Trace With My Feet Walking To The Museum Is More Important And More Beautiful Than The Lines I Find There Hung Up On The Walls.

Only When Architect, Bricklayer And Tenant Are A Unity, Or One And The Same Person, Can We Speak Of Architecture. Everything Else Is Not Architecture, But A Criminal Act Which Has Taken On Form.

You Are A Guest Of Nature - Behave.