The "styles" Are A Lie.

The Home Should Be The Treasure Chest Of Living.

Vehicular Traffic Is Completely Forbidden In The Green Strips, Where Tranquility Shall Reign And The Curse Of Noise Shall Not Penetrate.

Our World, Like A Charnel-house, Is Strewn With The Detritus Of Dead Epochs.

Space And Light And Order. Those Are The Things That Men Need Just As Much As They Need Bread Or A Place To Sleep.

Life Never Stops. The Torment Of Men Will Be Eternal, Unless The Function Of Creating And Acting And Changing, Living Intensely Through Each Day, Be Considered An Eternal Joy.