The city that has speed has success.

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.

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

Our own epoch is determining, day by day, its own style. Our eyes, unhappily, are unable yet to discern it.

The present moment is creative, creating with an unheard-of intensity.

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