Francis Bacon Quotes

A good home must be made, not bought. In the end, it's not track lighting or a sun room that brings light into a kitchen.

Not only does filth, overcrowding, lack of privacy and domesticity, lack of ventilation and lighting, and absence of supervision and of sanitary regulation still characterize the greater number of the tenements; but they are built to a greater height in stories

How does light enter a house? If the windows are open. How does light enter a human? If the door of love is open.

And I should mention the light which falls through the big windows this time of day italicizing everything it touches.

I have always loved a window, especially an open one.

My home has to feel airy and bright with natural light. I don't switch on lamps until it is literally black outside.

Of all creatures in this visible world, light is the most glorious; of all light, the light of the sun without compare excels the rest.

I've always wanted to put a little solarium on the back of my house. You know. Glass.

I am heat obsessed. I crave the heat in my bedroom.

Views are overrated; it's light that counts. I have an apartment in Miami's South Beach, and I get tired of looking at the ocean. Even that view gets old after a while. Sunlight streaming into a room - it never gets old.

Being a decorator allowed me to see what about people's environments made them happy. And what things they could do to have more light and color and joy in their daily lives.

Scientific men can hardly escape the charge of ignorance with regard to the precise effect of the impact of modern science upon the mode of living of the people and upon their civilization. For them, such a charge is worse than that of crime.

I am well convinced that Aerial Navigation will form a most prominent feature in the progress of civilization

We are gradually coming within thinkable distance of the realization of a prophecy I had ventured to make four years ago, of a time when, if a person wanted to call to a friend he knew not where, he would call in a very loud electromagnetic voice, heard by him who had the electromagnetic ear, silent to him who had it not. “Where are you? ” he would say. A small reply would come, “I am at the bottom of a coalmine, or crossing the Andes, or in the middle of the Atlantic.” Or, perhaps in spite of all the calling, no reply would come, and the person would then know that his friend was dead. Think of what this would mean ... a real communication from a distance based on true physical laws.

I have always felt that the best security for civilization is the dwelling, and that upon properly appointed and becoming dwellings depends more than anything else the improvement of mankind. Such dwellings are the nursery of all domestic virtues, and without a becoming home the exercise of those virtues is impossible.

I can't live in a room without a window.

Look closely at the Japanese; they draw admirably and yet in them you will see life outdoors and in the sun without shadows.

I say it is impossible that so sensible a people [citizens of Paris], under such circumstances, should have lived so long by the smoky, unwholesome, and enormously expensive light of candles, if they had really known that they might have had as much pure light of the sun for nothing.

Sunlight is like the breath of life to the pomp of autumn.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day. I loved light ever, light in eye and brain No tapers mirrored in long palace floors, Nor dedicated depths of silent aisles, But just the common dusty wind-blown day That roofs earth's millions.

When you shoot in America, you have huge beams of sunlight in the windows, very vivid sunlight - it's faster in a way.

It is the unqualified result of all my experience with the sick that, second only to their need of fresh air, is their need of light; that, after a close room, what hurts them most is a dark room and that it is not only light but direct sunlight they want.

I want my house open to sun and wind and the voice of the sea, like a Greek temple, and light, light, light everywhere!

Science and art may invent splendid modes of illuminating the apartments of the opulent; but these are all poor and worthless compared with the common light which the sun sends into all our windows, which he pours freely, impartially over hill and valley, which kindles daily the eastern and western sky; and so the common lights of reason, and conscience, and love, are of more worth and dignity than the rare endowments which give celebrity to a few.

Nature made the day for exercise, work and seeing to one's business; and ... it provides us with a candle, which is to say the bright and joyous light of the sun.