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

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

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.

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

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.

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

One need merely visit the marketplace and the graveyard to determine whether a city is in both physical and metaphysical order.

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.

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

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

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

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.