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

What is the city but the people?

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

Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

The country only has charms for those not obliged to stay there.