We visited Lloyd Wright’s completed chapel at Palos Verdes, near Los Angeles. The sun was pouring into it like a million saints’ halos, the sea was glittering beyond the glass, the redwood trees were beginning to peep into the church. The beauty of glass expanded the spirit, let it loose among the clouds and in nature. What a poetic concept of a church. Not to enclose, in dimness, in stone, in tombs, with votive candles burning, but to free the spirit, to follow the clouds, to glitter with the sea, to grow from the earth richly scented with flowers and leaves. Incense and earth smells, the earth smell stronger.
— from The Diary of Anais Nin, Volume 5, page 103 (Winter 1952-1953)