Chairs Are Architecture, Sofas Are Bourgeois.

A Hundred Times Have I Thought New York Is A Catastrophe And 50 Times: It Is A Beautiful Catastrophe.

When Does A Building Actually Become A Built?

Our Own Epoch Is Determining, Day By Day, Its Own Style. Our Eyes, Unhappily, Are Unable Yet To Discern It.

Space And Light And Order. Those Are The Things That Men Need Just As Much As They Need Bread Or A Place To Sleep.

Considerable Sacrifices Were Demanded Of The Inhabitants Of The Machine In Order That Purely Abstract Formal Development... Might Be Carried As Far As Possible.