建筑是一种艺术，是对生活的艺术。
有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。
We are made of star stuff.
The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.
The beauty of literature lies in its ability to capture the ineffable, to give form to the formless.
Words have power—use them wisely.