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

Cities are the abyss of the human species.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.