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I'm A Pessimist About Probabilities, I'm An Optimist About Possibilities.

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

When Art Seems To Be Empty Of Meaning, As No Doubt Some Of The Abstract Painting Of Our Own Day Actually Does Seem, What The Painting Says, Indeed What The Artist Is Shrieking At The Top Of His Voice, Is That Life Has Become Empty Of All Rational Content And Coherence, And That, In Times Like These, Is Far From A Meaningless Statement.

Everyone Aimed At Security: No One Accepted Responsibility. What Was Plainly Lacking, Long Before The Barbarian Invasions Had Done Their Work, Long Before Economic Dislocations Became Serious, Was Inner Go. Rome’s Life Was Now An Imitation Of Life: A Mere Holding On. Security Was The Watchword – As If Life Knew Any Other Stability Than Through Constant Change, Or Any Form Of Security Except Through A Constant Willingness To Take Risks

Architecture Is Either The Prophecy Of An Unformed Society Or The Tomb Of A Finished One.