It is a question of building which is at the root of the social unrest of today: architecture or revolution.
Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.
Belgrade is the ugliest city in the world in the most beautiful place in the world.
My research is like my feeling directed towards what is the principal value in the life, the poetry.
Chairs are architecture, sofas are bourgeois.
Space and light and order. Those are the things that men need just as much as they need bread or a place to sleep.