Cities are the abyss of the human species.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

The first requisite to happiness is that a man be born in a famous city.

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

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

Great cities must ever be centers of light and darkness, the home of the best and the worst of our race, holding within themselves the highest talent for good and evil.