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

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

One need merely visit the marketplace and the graveyard to determine whether a city is in both physical and metaphysical order.

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

It is men who make a city, not walls or ships.

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

No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.

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

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?

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.

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

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.