When I lately stood with a friend before [the cathedral of]
Amiens, . . . he asked me how it happens that we can no longer
build such piles? I replied: "Dear Alphonse, men in those days
had convictions (Ueberzeugungen), we moderns have opinions
(Meinungen) and it requires something more than an opinion to
build a Gothic cathedral.
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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; . . .
Grandeur . . . consists in form, and not in size: and to the eye
of the philosopher, the read more
Grandeur . . . consists in form, and not in size: and to the eye
of the philosopher, the curve drawn on a paper two inches long,
is just as magnificent, just as symbolic of divine mysteries and
melodies, as when embodied in the span of some cathedral roof.
Architecture is music in space, as it were a frozen music
Architecture is music in space, as it were a frozen music
There will never be great architects or great architecture
without great patrons.
There will never be great architects or great architecture
without great patrons.
All architecture is shelter, all great architecture is the design of space that contains, cuddles, exalts, or stimulates the persons read more
All architecture is shelter, all great architecture is the design of space that contains, cuddles, exalts, or stimulates the persons in that space.
Architecture is frozen music.
[Ger., Die Backunst ist eine erstarrte Musik.]
Architecture is frozen music.
[Ger., Die Backunst ist eine erstarrte Musik.]
There was King Bradmond's palace,
Was never none richer, the story says:
For all the windows and read more
There was King Bradmond's palace,
Was never none richer, the story says:
For all the windows and the walls
Were painted with gold, both towers and halls;
Pillars and doors all were of brass;
Windows of latten were set with glass;
It was so rich in many wise,
That it was like a paradise.
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.
An architect is the drawer of dreams
An architect is the drawer of dreams
