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.

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.

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

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

The screech and mechanical uproar of the big city turns the citified heads, fills citified ears—as the song of birds, wind in the trees, animal cries, or as the voices and songs of his loved ones once filled his heart. He is sidewalk happy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.