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

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

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.

Lowly, unpurposeful and random as they may appear, sidewalk contacts are the small change from which a city's wealth of public life may grow.

Felix had left his heart buried in the ground years ago, but he felt it crack apart.

Life has its ups and downs. When you are up, enjoy the scenery. When you are down, touch the soul of your being and feel the beauty.

A leader must face danger. He must take the risk and the blame and the brunt of the storm.

Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new; One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.

How I measure success is getting to make another record and being able to the come back to the same town and play again cause you sold out the last time.

But what really happened? The answer is simple: the lovers survive and flourish.

No member of our generation who wasn't a Communist or a dropout in the thirties is worth a damn.

When women oppose themselves to the projects and ambition of men, they excite their lively resentment; if in their youth they meddle with political intrigues, their modesty must suffer.

The political tradition of ancient thought, filtered in Italy by Machiavelli, says one thing clearly: every prince needs allies, and the bigger the responsibility, the more allies he needs.

Everything you have is on loan. Foolish is the one who gets attached to a loan.