Today, the degradation of the inner life is symbolized by the fact that the only place sacred from interruption is the private toilet.

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

Trend is not destiny.

For most Americans, progress means accepting what is new because it is new, and discarding what is old because it is old.

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.

In the name of economy a thousand wasteful devices would be invented; and in the name of efficiency new forms of mechanical time-wasting would be devised: both processes gained speed through the nineteenth century and have come close to the limit of extravagant futility in our own time. But labor-saving devices could only achieve their end-that of freeing mankind for higher functions-if the standard of living remained stable. The dogma of increasing wants nullified every real economy and set the community in a collective squirrel-cage.

We have created an industrial order geared to automatism, where feeble-mindedness, native or acquired, is necessary for docile productivity in the factory; and where a pervasive neurosis is the final gift of the meaningless life that issues forth at the other end.