The Potemkin City Of Which I Wish

If Nothing Were Left Of An Extinct Race But A Single Button, I Would Be Able To Infer, Form The Shape Of That Button, How These People Dressed, Built Their Houses, How They Lived, What Was Their Religion, Their Art, Their Mentality.

I Have Emerged Victorious From My Thirty Years Of Struggle. I Have Freed Mankind From Superfluous Ornament.

Tattooed Men Who Are Not Behind Bars Are Either Latent Criminals Or Degenerate Aristocrats. If Someone Who Is Tattooed Dies In Freedom, Then He Does So A Few Years Before He Would Have Committed Murder.

The Room Has To Be Comfortable; The House Has To Look Habitable.

Supply And Demand Regulate Architectural Form.