Our National Flower Is The Concrete Cloverleaf.

By His Very Success In Inventing Labor-saving Devices, Modern Man Has Manufactured An Abyss Of Boredom That Only The Privileged Classes In Earlier Civilizations Have Ever Fathomed.

Sport In The Sense Of A Mass-spectacle, With Death To Add To The Underlying Excitement, Comes Into Existence When A Population Has Been Drilled And Regimented And Depressed To Such An Extent That It Needs At Least A Vicarious Participation In Difficult Feats Of Strength Or Skill Or Heroism In Order To Sustain Its Waning Life-sense.

While A Great Many Other Ideas And Measures Are Of Prime Importance For The Good Life Of The Community, That Which Concerns Its Architectural Expression Is The Notion Of The Community As Limited In Numbers, And In Area... To Express These Relations Clearly, To Embody Them In Buildings And Roads And Gardens In Which Each Individual Structure Will Be Subordinated To The Whole - This Is The End Of Community Planning.

By Putting Business Before Every Other Manifestation Of Life, Our Mechanical And Financial Civilization Has Forgotten The Chief Business Of Life: Namely, Growth, Reproduction, Development. It Pays Infinite Attention To The Incubator-and It Forgets The Egg!

Man's Chief Purpose Is The Creation And Preservation Of Values; That Is What Gives Meaning To Our Civilization, And The Participation In This Is What Gives Significance, Ultimately, To The Individual Human Life.