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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

Cities are the abyss of the human species.

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

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

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