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.

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

There is a city in which you find everything you desire—handsome people, pleasures, ornaments of every kind—all that the natural person craves. However, you cannot find a single wise person there.

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.

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

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.

Cities are the abyss of the human species.

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

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

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

Just as language no longer has anything in common with the thing it names, so the movements of most of the people who live in cities have lost their connection with the earth; they hang, as it were, in the air, hover in all directions, and find no place where they can settle.

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.