city

A great city a great solitude.

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

In small settlements everyone knows your affairs. In the big city everyone does not - only those you choose to tell will know about you. This is one of the attributes of cities that is precious to most city people.

Anybody can be good in the country. There are no temptations there.

What is the city but the people?

There is nothing good to be had in the country or if there be they will not let you have it.

If you would be known and not know vegetate in a village if you would know and not be known live in a city.

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

Farmers worry only during the growing season but town people worry all the time.

The city is a cultural invention enforcing on the citizen knowledge of his own nature. And this we do not like. That we are aggressive beings easily given to violence that we get along together because we must more than because we want to and that the brotherhood of man is about as far from reality today as it was two thousand years ago that reason's realm is small that we never have been and never shall be created equal that if the human being is perfectible he has so far exhibited few symptoms - all are considerations of man from which space tends to protect us.

Summertime oh summertime pattern of life indelible the fade-proof lake the woods unshatterable the pasture with the sweetfern and the juniper forever and ever . . . the cottages with their innocent and tranquil design their tiny docks with the flagpole and the American flag floating against the white clouds in the blue sky the little paths over the roots of the trees leading from camp to camp. This was the American family at play escaping the city heat.

Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness natives give it solidity and continuity but the settlers give it passion.

City life - millions of people being lonesome together.

A great city is not to be confounded with a populous one.

The chicken is the country's but the city eats it.

The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of each and every town or city.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

A hick town is one in which there is no place to go where you shouldn't be.