Life is an art we are required to practice without preparation, a score that we play at sight even before we have mastered our instruments.

Only when love takes the lead will the earth, and life on earth, be safe again. And not until then.

The right to have access to every building in the city by private motorcar in an age when everyone possesses such a vehicle is actually the right to destroy the city.

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

The philosophers of industrialism, from Bacon to Bentham, from Smith to Marx, insisted that the improvement of man's condition was the highest requirement of morality. But in what did the improvement consist? The answer seemed so obvious to them that they did not bother to justify it: the expansion and fulfillment of the material wants of man, and the spread of these benefits, from the few who had once preempted them, to the many who had so long lived on the scraps Dives had thrown into the gutter.

It has not been for nothing that the word has remained man's principal toy and tool: without the meanings and values it sustains, all man's other tools would be worthless.

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