My research is like my feeling directed towards what is the principal value in the life, the poetry.

We must kill the street. We shall truly enter into modern town planning only after we have accepted this preliminary determination.

Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.

The history of architecture is the history of the struggle for light.

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.

When does a building actually become a built?

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.