For he is our peace, who hath made both one, and hath broken down
the middle wall of partition read more

For he is our peace, who hath made both one, and hath broken down
the middle wall of partition between us; . . .

Architecture is the art of how to waste space.

Architecture is the art of how to waste space.

Architecture, of all the arts, is the one which acts the most slowly, but the most surely, on the soul

Architecture, of all the arts, is the one which acts the most slowly, but the most surely, on the soul

The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization.

The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization.

In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
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In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the gods see everywhere.

The hand that rounded Peter's dome
And groined the aisles of Christian Rome,
Wrought in a sad read more

The hand that rounded Peter's dome
And groined the aisles of Christian Rome,
Wrought in a sad sincerity;
Himself from God he could not free;
He builded better than he knew;
The conscious stone to beauty grew.

Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.

Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.

Silently as a dream the fabric rose;
No sound of hammer or of saw was there.

Silently as a dream the fabric rose;
No sound of hammer or of saw was there.

The architect
Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
And with him toiled his children, and read more

The architect
Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
And with him toiled his children, and their lives
Were builded, with his own, into the walls,
As offerings unto God.