In America, nostalgia for things is apt to set in before they go.

The greater the artist, the greater the doubt.

The greater the artist, the greater the doubt; perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation prize.

Everything that would be said against the Eixample's heirs, from Le Corbusier's 'ville radieuse' to Oscar Niemeyer's Brasilia, was already said, with far less justice, about the Eixample itself. And all its critics concurred that the basic mistake was to have left the planning of a city in the hands of a socialist.

America is a construction of mind, not of race or inherited class or ancestral territory.

It is the nature of carnivores to get power and then, having disposed of their enemies, to deploy the emollient powers of Great Art to make themselves look like herbivores.

Nothing they design ever gets in the way of a work of art