When vitality runs high, death takes men by surprise. But if they close their eyes to this possibility, what they gain in peace they lose in sensibility and significance.

In vulgar usage, progress has come to mean limitless movement in space and time, accompanied, necessarily, by an equally limitless command of energy: culminating in limitless destruction.

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

War is the supreme drama of a completely mechanized society.

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.

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

In war, the army is not merely a pure consumer, but a negative producer.