Everyone aimed at security: no one accepted responsibility. What was plainly lacking, long before the barbarian invasions had done their work, long before economic dislocations became serious, was inner go. Rome’s life was now an imitation of life: a mere holding on. Security was the watchword – as if life knew any other stability than through constant change, or any form of security except through a constant willingness to take risks

Neither democracy nor effective representation is possible until each participant in the group...devotes a measurable part of his life to furthering its existence.

A multitude of uniform, unidentifiable houses, lined up inflexibly, at uniform distances, on uniform roads, in a treeless communal waste, inhabited by people of the same class, the same income, the same age group, witnessing the same television performances, eating the same tasteless prefabricated foods, from the same freezers, conforming in every outward and inward respect to the common mold.

Without fullness of experience, length of days is nothing. When fullness of life has been achieved, shortness of days is nothing. That is perhaps why the young have usually so little fear of death; they live by intensities that the elderly have forgotten.

If we never met again in our lives I should feel that somehow the whole adventure of existence was justified by my having met you.

Unfortunately, once an economy is geared to expansion, the means rapidly turn into an end and "the going becomes the goal."

Architecture is either the prophecy of an unformed society or the tomb of a finished one.