This metropolitan world, then, is a world where flesh and blood is less real than paper and ink and celluloid.

Organic planning does not begin with a preconceived goal; it moves from need to need, from opportunity to opportunity, in a series of adaptations that themselves become increasingly coherent and purposeful, so that they generate a complex final design, hardly less unified than a pre-formed geometric pattern.

A picture was once a rare sort of symbol, rare enough to call for attentive concentration. Now it is the actual experience that is rare, and the picture has become ubiquitous.

The city is a fact in nature, like a cave, a run of mackerel or an ant-heap. But it is also a conscious work of art, and it holds within its communal framework many simpler and more personal forms of art. Mind takes form in the city; and in turn, urban forms condition mind.

Geneva has the sleepy tidiness of a man who combs his hair while yet in his pyjamas.

The artist has a special task and duty... reminding people of their humanity and the promise of their creativity.

One of the functions of intelligence is to take account of the dangers that come from trusting solely to the intelligence.