Forget The Damned Motor Car And Build

A Day Spent Without The Sight Or Sound Of Beauty, The Contemplation Of Mystery, Or The Search Of Truth Or Perfection Is A Poverty-stricken Day; And A Succession Of Such Days Is Fatal To Human Life.

Nothing Is Unthinkable, Nothing Impossible To The Balanced Person, Provided It Comes Out Of The Needs Of Life And Is Dedicated To Life's Further Development.

Western Society Has Accepted As Unquestionable A Technological Imperative That Is Quite As Arbitrary As The Most Primitive Taboo: Not Merely The Duty To Foster Invention And Constantly To Create Technological Novelties, But Equally The Duty To Surrender To These Novelties Unconditionally, Just Because They Are Offered, Without Respect To Their Human Consequences.

Today, The Degradation Of The Inner Life Is Symbolized By The Fact That The Only Place Sacred From Interruption Is The Private Toilet.

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.