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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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.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was read more
The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was known
In heaven by many a tower'd structure high,
Where scepter'd angels held their residence,
And sat as princes.
There are three forms of visual art: Painting is art to look at, sculpture is art you can walk around, read more
There are three forms of visual art: Painting is art to look at, sculpture is art you can walk around, and architecture is art you can walk through
Architecture is music in space, as it were a frozen music
Architecture is music in space, as it were a frozen music
Architecture is the art of how to waste space.
Architecture is the art of how to waste space.
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.
The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the
insatiable demand of harmony in man. The mountain read more
The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the
insatiable demand of harmony in man. The mountain of granite
blooms into an eternal flower, with the lightness and delicate
finish, as well as the aerial proportions and perspective of
vegetable beauty.
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.
