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

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.

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.

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.

The more men are massed together, the more corrupt they become. Disease and vice are the sure results of overcrowded cities.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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