Since I was relatively new to the Bible, I was surprised by the Old Testament God. He's wrathful, but at other times, He's incredibly compassionate. He's not a one-dimensional figure at all.

Cities have the capability of providing something for everybody, only because, and only when, they are created by everybody.

Streets and their sidewalks-the main public places of a city-are its most vital organs.

Designing a dream city is easy; rebuilding a living one takes imagination.

There is no logic that can be superimposed on the city; people make it, and it is to them, not buildings, that we must fit our plans.

Intricate minglings of different uses in cities are not a form of chaos. On the contrary, they represent a complex and highly developed form of order.

While you are looking, you might as well also listen, linger and think about what you see.

The ballet of the good city sidewalk never repeats itself from place to place, and in any one place is always replete with new improvisations.

This is something everyone knows: A well-used city street is apt to be a safe street. A deserted city street is apt to be unsafe.

People must take a modicum of public responsibility for each other even if they have no ties to each other.

This is what a city is, bits and pieces that supplement each other and support each other.

I carry my burdens to the Lord. He lightens the weight on my shoulders.

Live for a reasonLive with passion.

Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?

Sometimes he could almost forget that it was there, the way you forget about the sky or the earth underfoot, but there were other times when it seemed as if there was nothing else in the world.

City employees will be hired and promoted because of their abilities - without outside interference.

Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.

Experience is a truer guide than the words of others.

We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other.

I swim in a pool of my own neurosis. I carry love, grief deeply, like an Irishman.

Love is a great wrecker of peace of mind.