We Must Kill The Street. We Shall

You Employ Stone, Wood And Concrete, And With These Materials You Build Houses And Palaces. That Is Construction. Ingenuity Is At Work. But Suddenly You Touch My Heart, You Do Me Good, I Am Happy And I Say: This Is Beautiful. That Is Architecture. Art Enters In.

Our World, Like A Charnel-house, Is Strewn With The Detritus Of Dead Epochs.

When Does A Building Actually Become A Built?

You Know, It Is Life That Is Right And The Architect Who Is Wrong.

The City That Has Speed Has Success.