The human backside is a dimension architects seem to have forgotten.

Trees are contagious; as soon as one neighborhood or street is planted, citizen pressure builds up for action from the next street.

The onlooker had better wipe the sympathy off his face. What he has seen is a revolution, not the home of little cogs and drones. What he has seen is the dormitory of the next managerial class.

So-called 'undesirables' are not the problem. It is the measures taken to combat them that is the problem.

The street is the river of life of the city, the place where we come together, the pathway to the center.

If you want to seed a place with activity, the first thing to do is to put out food.

Nonconformity is an empty goal, and rebellion against prevailing opinion merely because it is prevailing should no more be praised than acquiescence to it. Indeed, it is often a mask for cowardice, and few are more pathetic than those who flaunt outer differences to expiate their inner surrender.