Architecture is the thoughtful making of space.

Architecture is the flowering of geometry.

Architecture is art you can walk through.

Architecture is the art of creating a space.

A Cloud is a mobile canvass mounted in the elastic framework of space across which the sun draws his brush en route.

The Cloud is, when low, the paperweight of the wind.

The Cloud cries itself to death.

The Cloud is the ocean of the heavens.

Habit is the invisible architecture of daily life.

Habit is that into which uncertainty disappears.

Habit is the second nature which destroys the first.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

Hope is one of those things that does not heal but it does allow us to suffer a little longer.

Hope is a song in a weary throat.

Hope is found in contradiction.

Hope is not a great investment strategy.