Forget the damned motor car and build the cities for lovers and friends.

New York is the perfect model of a city, not the model of a perfect city.

Every generation revolts against its fathers and makes friends with its grandfathers

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Don't take the will for the deed; get the deed

I would die happy if I knew that on my tombstone could be written these words, "This man was an absolute fool. None of the disastrous things that he reluctantly predicted ever came to pass!"