| Author |
Quotes |
| Bible | For he is our peace, who hath made both one, and hath broken down the middle wall of partition between us; . . . |
| Bible | And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither: so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building. |
| Bible | The stone which the builders refused is become the head stone of the corner. |
| Bishop Reginald Heber | No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung, Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. Majestic silence. |
| Charles Dickens | A man who could build a church, as one may say, by squinting at a sheet of paper. |
| Colley Cibber | Old houses mended, Cost little less than new, before they're ended. |
| Edwin Lutyens | There will never be great architects or great architecture without great patrons. |
| Francis Bacon | Houses are built to live in, not to look on; therefore, let use be preferred before uniformity, except where both may be had. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | 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. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts. |
| James Fergusson | An arch never sleeps. |
| Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | Architecture is frozen music. |
| John Milton | Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation. |
| John Milton | Nor did there want Cornice or frieze with bossy sculpture graven. |
| John Milton | 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. |
| Philip Johnson | Architecture is the art of how to waste space. |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | Earth proudly wears the Parthenon As best gem upon her zone. |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | 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. |
| Thomas Gray | Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing. |
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