If we do not honor our past, we lose our future. If we destroy our roots, we cannot grow.

Paradises an only be made with our own hands, with our own creativity in harmony with the free creativity of nature.

We must at last put a stop to having people move into their quarters like chickens and rabbits into their coops.

Everything is so infinitely simple, so infinitely beautiful.

The line I trace with my feet walking to the museum is more important and more beautiful than the lines I find there hung up on the walls.

Our real illiteracy is our inability to create

Today we live in a chaos of straight lines, in a jungle of straight lines. If you do not believe this, take the trouble to count the straight lines which surround you. Then you will understand, for you will never finish counting.