Happiness is the very nature of the self; happiness and the self are not different. There is no happiness in any object of the world. We imagine through our ignorance that we derive happiness from objects.

The city is the greatest invention of mankind, and architecture is its language.

我想像鸟儿歌唱一样作画。

我想成为一棵树，不是因为树不会说话，而是因为树不会说谎。