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

What is the city but the people?

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

Do you suppose that will change the sense of the morals, the fact that we can’t use morals as a means of judging the city because we couldn’t stand it? And that we’re changing our whole moral system to suit the fact that we’re living in a ridiculous way?

Great cities must ever be centers of light and darkness, the home of the best and the worst of our race, holding within themselves the highest talent for good and evil.

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

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

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

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

Divine nature gave the fields; human art built the cities.

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

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.