What is the city but the people?

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

Any city, however small, is in fact divided into two, one the city of the poor, the other of the rich; these are at war with one another.

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

We must consider that we shall be a city upon a hill. The eyes of all people are upon us, so that if we deal falsely with our God in this work we have undertaken, and so cause Him to withdraw His present help from us, we shall be made a story and a byword through the world.

I have never felt salvation in nature. I love cities above all.

My ideas are clear. My orders are precise. Within five years, Rome must appear marvelous to all the people of the world—vast, orderly, powerful, as in the time of the empire of Augustus.

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

The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to.

Today’s city is the most vulnerable social structure ever conceived by man.

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.

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

The seeds of civilization are in every culture, but it is city life that brings them to fruition.