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By His Very Success In Inventing Labor-saving Devices, Modern Man Has Manufactured An Abyss Of Boredom That Only The Privileged Classes In Earlier Civilizations Have Ever Fathomed.

Geneva Has The Sleepy Tidiness Of A Man Who Combs His Hair While Yet In His Pyjamas.

The City Is A Fact In Nature, Like A Cave, A Run Of Mackerel Or An Ant-heap. But It Is Also A Conscious Work Of Art, And It Holds Within Its Communal Framework Many Simpler And More Personal Forms Of Art. Mind Takes Form In The City; And In Turn, Urban Forms Condition Mind.

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 Timelessness Of Art Is Its Capacity To Represent The Transformation Of Endless Becoming Into Being.