Each One Of Us, As Long As

Integration Proceeds By Just The Opposite Route: A Deliberate Heightening Of Every Organic Function; A Release Of Impulses From Circumstances That Irrationally Thwarted Them; Richer And More Complex Patterns Of Activity; An Esthetic Heightening Of Anticipated Realizations; A Steady Lengthening Of The Future; A Faith In Cosmic Perspectives.

Do You Want To Know What I Most Regret About My Youth? That I Didn't Dream More Boldly And Demand Of Myself More Impossible Things; For All One Does In Maturity Is To Carve In Granite Or Porphyry The Soap Bubble One Blew In Youth! Oh To Have Dreamed Harder!

When Cities Were First Founded, An Old Egyptian Scribe Tells Us, The Mission Of The Founder Was To 'put Gods In Their Shrines.' The Task Of The Coming City Is Not Essentially Different: Its Mission Is To Put The Highest Concerns Of Man At The Center Of All His Activities.

This Metropolitan World, Then, Is A World Where Flesh And Blood Is Less Real Than Paper And Ink And Celluloid.

The City Is A Fact In Nature, Like A Cave, A Run Of Mackerel Or An Ant-heap. But It Is Also A Conscious Work Of Art, And It Holds Within Its Communal Framework Many Simpler And More Personal Forms Of Art. Mind Takes Form In The City; And In Turn, Urban Forms Condition Mind.