Concrete has the ability to enrage people like no other building material.

There’s more to the picture / than meets the eye.

A building per se is a parasite. It claims space, clings to electricity, water, gas, and all systems of the city. This parasite must be transformed into a symbiont; only then can we talk about good architecture and a functioning community.

There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate. So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

To inhabit the world poetically or to inhabit the world humanely, in essence, it’s the same thing.

For my sight became purer, / and penetrated deeper and deeper through the ray/ of the high light that is true in itself. / From then on my seeing was greater/ than our speech which yields before such a vision,/ and memory fails before such an abundance.

The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are those who actually do it.

All around us is / this land / of primal fire.

The lamented nervousness or lethargy of our schoolchildren prevails wherever they encounter cool abstraction instead of warm life processes.

Draw near to Him, the living stone.