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

Architecture is the learned game, correct and magnificent, of forms assembled in the 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.

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

The city that has speed has success.

By law, all buildings should be white.

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