Chaos, If It Does Not Harden Into

If We Never Met Again In Our Lives I Should Feel That Somehow The Whole Adventure Of Existence Was Justified By My Having Met You.

The Vast Material Displacements The Machine Has Made In Our Physical Environment Are Perhaps In The Long Run Less Important Than Its Spiritual Contributions To Our Culture.

The Great City Is The Best Organ Of Memory Man Has Yet Created.

A Society That Gives To One Class All The Opportunities For Leisure, And To Another All The Burdens Of Work, Dooms Both Classes To Spiritual Sterility.

When Cities Were First Founded, An Old Egyptian Scribe Tells Us, The Mission Of The Founder Was To 'put Gods In Their Shrines.' The Task Of The Coming City Is Not Essentially Different: Its Mission Is To Put The Highest Concerns Of Man At The Center Of All His Activities.