By the blessing of the upright the city is exalted, but it is overthrown by the mouth of the wicked.

I even gave up, for a while, stopping by the window of the room to look out at the lights and deep, illuminated streets. That’s a form of dying, that losing contact with the city like that.

If the present be compared with the remote past, it is easily seen that in all cities and in all peoples there are the same desires and the same passions as there always were.

A hick town is one where there is no place to go where you shouldn’t go.

A large city cannot be experientially known; its life is too manifold for any individual to be able to participate in it.

Often an entire city has suffered because of an evil man.

Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.

Do you suppose that will change the sense of the morals, the fact that we can’t use morals as a means of judging the city because we couldn’t stand it? And that we’re changing our whole moral system to suit the fact that we’re living in a ridiculous way?

Divine nature gave the fields; human art built the cities.

Does anybody really want to attend to cities other than to flee, fleece, privatize, butcher, or decimate them?

The more men are massed together, the more corrupt they become. Disease and vice are the sure results of overcrowded cities.

In Washington, the first thing people tell you is what their job is. In Los Angeles you learn their star sign. In Houston you’re told how rich they are. And in New York they tell you what their rent is.

There is no solitude in the world like that of the big city.