Architects everywhere have recognized the need of ... a tool which may be put in the hands of creators of form, with the simple aim ... of making the bad difficult and the good easy.

A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe and 50 times: It is a beautiful catastrophe.

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.

Genius is personal, decided by fate, but it expresses itself by means of system. There is no work of art without system.

Architecture is the masterly, correct and magnificent play of masses brought together in light. Our eyes are made to see forms in light; light and shade reveal these forms; cubes, cones, spheres, cylinders or pyramids are the great primary forms which light reveals to advantage; the image of these is distinct and tangible within us without ambiguity. It is for this reason that these are beautiful forms, the most beautiful forms. Everybody is agreed to that, the child, the savage and the metaphysician.

You know, it is life that is right and the architect who is wrong.

It is a question of building which is at the root of the social unrest of today: architecture or revolution.