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.
I try to create buildings that are like chameleons, changing with their surroundings.
Success is not final, failure is not fatal: It is the courage to continue that counts.
An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.