Traditionalists Are Pessimists About The Future And

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.

What Was Once Called The Objective World Is A Sort Of Rorschach Ink Blot, Into Which Each Culture, Each System Of Science And Religion, Each Type Of Personality, Reads A Meaning Only Remotely Derived From The Shape And Color Of The Blot Itself

Forget The Damned Motor Car And Build The Cities For Lovers And Friends.

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

The Artist Has A Special Task And Duty... Reminding People Of Their Humanity And The Promise Of Their Creativity.