Nothing about his life is more strange to [man] or more unaccountable in purely mundane terms than the stirrings he finds in himself, usually fitful but sometimes overwhelming, to look beyond his animal existence and not be fully satisfied with its immediate substance. He lacks the complacency of the other animals: he is obsessed by pride and guilt, pride at being something more than a mere animal, built at falling short of the high aims he sets for himself.

Forget the damned motor car and build the cities for lovers and friends.

War is a specific product of civilization.

Adding highway lanes to deal with traffic congestion is like loosening your belt to cure obesity.

Each person is a temporary focus of forces, vitalities, and values that carry back to an immemorial past and that reach forward into an unthinkable future.

The final goal of human effort is man's self-transforma tion.

Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf.