Utopias rest on the fallacy that perfection is a legitimate goal of human existence.

Each one of us, as long as life stirs is us, may play a part in extricating ourselves from the power system by asserting our primacy as people in quiet acts of mental or physical withdrawal-in gestures of non-conformity, in abstentions, restrictions, inhibitions, which will liberate us from the domination of the pentagon of power.

War is both the product of an earlier corruption, and a producer of new corruptions.

By fashion and built-in obsolescence the economies of machine production, instead of producing leisure and durable wealth, are duly cancelled out by the mandatory consumption on an even larger scale.

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

In its revolt against congestion and sordor, a space-hungry generation has, I fear, developed eyes that are bigger than its stomach.

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.