Genius Is Personal, Decided By Fate, But

Life Never Stops. The Torment Of Men Will Be Eternal, Unless The Function Of Creating And Acting And Changing, Living Intensely Through Each Day, Be Considered An Eternal Joy.

A House Is A Machine For Living In.

Genius Is Personal, Decided By Fate, But It Expresses Itself By Means Of System. There Is No Work Of Art Without System.

Considerable Sacrifices Were Demanded Of The Inhabitants Of The Machine In Order That Purely Abstract Formal Development... Might Be Carried As Far As Possible.

We Must Kill The Street. We Shall Truly Enter Into Modern Town Planning Only After We Have Accepted This Preliminary Determination.