Cities force growth and make people talkative and entertaining, but they also make them artificial.

When in Rome, do as Rome does.

A great city, whose image dwells in the memory of man, is the type of some great idea. Rome represents conquest; Faith hovers over the towers of Jerusalem; and Athens embodies the pre-eminent quality of the antique world, Art.

Cities give us collision. 'Tis said, London and New York take the nonsense out of a man.

Boston is a moral and intellectual nursery always busy applying first principals to trifles.

Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.

Just as language has no longer 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.

The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins. Her own life lived in defiance of nature, her electricity, her frigidaires, her soundproof walls, the glint of lacquered nails, the plumes that wave across the corrugated sky. Here in the coffin depths grow the everlasting flowers sent by telegraph.

As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.

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