My Research Is Like My

The Materials Of City Planning Are: Sky, Space, Trees, Steel And Cement; In That Order And That Hierarchy.

Vehicular Traffic Is Completely Forbidden In The Green Strips, Where Tranquility Shall Reign And The Curse Of Noise Shall Not Penetrate.

Our World, Like A Charnel-house, Is Strewn With The Detritus Of Dead Epochs.

Our Own Epoch Is Determining, Day By Day, Its Own Style. Our Eyes, Unhappily, Are Unable Yet To Discern It.

Modern Life Demands, And Is Waiting For, A New Kind Of Plan, Both For The House And The City.