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

Considerable sacrifices were demanded of the inhabitants of the machine in order that purely abstract formal development... might be carried as far as possible.

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.

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

The materials of city planning are: sky, space, trees, steel and cement; in that order and that hierarchy.

Modern life demands, and is waiting for, a new kind of plan, both for the house and the city.