建筑不是关于建筑师,而是关于使用它的人。
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.
The world is a mirror, and it reflects our ugliness.
"What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit."