Trend is not destiny.

Order and creativity are complementary.

The self holds both a hell and a heaven.

War is a specific product of civilization.

Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf.

Don't take the will for the deed; get the deed.

Growth and self-transformation cannot be delegated.

A man of courage never needs weapons, but he may need bail.

War is the supreme drama of a completely mechanized society.

The final goal of human effort is man's self-transforma tion.

The great city is the best organ of memory man has yet created.

War vies with magic in its efforts to get something for nothing.

Genuine [economic] value lies in the power to sustain or enrich life

Forget the damned motor car and build the cities for lovers and friends.

In war, the army is not merely a pure consumer, but a negative producer.

I'm a pessimist about probabilities, I'm an optimist about possibilities.

New York is the perfect model of a city, not the model of a perfect city.

Nothing endures except life: the capacity for birth, growth, and renewal.

To curb the machine and limit art to handicraft is a denial of opportunity.

The Fujiyama of Architecture?at once a lofty mountain and a national shrine.

Traditionalists are pessimists about the future and optimists about the past.

The cities and mansions that people dream of are those in which they finally live.

The ultimate gift of conscious life is a sense of the mystery that encompasses it.

Geneva has the sleepy tidiness of a man who combs his hair while yet in his pyjamas.

War is both the product of an earlier corruption, and a producer of new corruptions.

Utopias rest on the fallacy that perfection is a legitimate goal of human existence.

Every generation revolts against its fathers and makes friends with its grandfathers.

Architecture is either the prophecy of an unformed society or the tomb of a finished one.

A certain amount of opposition is a great help to a man. Kites rise against, not with, the wind.

Humor is our way of defending ourselves from life's absurdities by thinking absurdly about them.

Adding highway lanes to deal with traffic congestion is like loosening your belt to cure obesity.

Only when love takes the lead will the earth, and life on earth, be safe again. And not until then.

Every work of art is an abstraction from time; it denies the reality of change and decay and death.

The timelessness of art is its capacity to represent the transformation of endless becoming into being.

This metropolitan world, then, is a world where flesh and blood is less real than paper and ink and celluloid.

The artist does not illustrate science (but) he frequently responds to the same interests that a scientist does.

The artist has a special task and duty... reminding people of their humanity and the promise of their creativity.

Restore human legs as a means of travel. Pedestrians rely on food for fuel and need no special parking facilities.

He who touches the soil of Manhattan and the pavement of New York, touches, whenever he knows or not, Walt Whitman.

For most Americans, progress means accepting what is new because it is new, and discarding what is old because it is old.

One of the functions of intelligence is to take account of the dangers that come from trusting solely to the intelligence.

Unfortunately, once an economy is geared to expansion, the means rapidly turn into an end and "the going becomes the goal."

In our entrancement with the motorcar, we have forgotten how much more efficient and how much more flexible the footwalker is.

If we never met again in our lives I should feel that somehow the whole adventure of existence was justified by my having met you.

In its revolt against congestion and sordor, a space-hungry generation has, I fear, developed eyes that are bigger than its stomach.

Today, the degradation of the inner life is symbolized by the fact that the only place sacred from interruption is the private toilet.

Misery, mutilation, destruction, terror, starvation and death characterize the process of war and form a principal part of the product.

Today, the notion of progress in a single line without goal or limit seems perhaps the most parochial notion of a very parochial century.

Life is an art we are required to practice without preparation, a score that we play at sight even before we have mastered our instruments.

Idealism and science continue to function in separate compartments; and yet 'the happiness of man on earth' depends upon their combination.

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