The city is a collective memory, and architecture is the physical manifestation of that memory.
A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
In both arenas, because the body is predominant and vulnerable, the mind becomes an instrument of silent, uninvolved assessment.
The process of political decay is as natural as political development.
