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

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.

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

Genius is personal, decided by fate, but it expresses itself by means of system. There is no work of art without system.

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.

The purpose of construction is TO MAKE THINGS HOLD TOGETHER; of architecture TO MOVE US.