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

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

If you're going to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

If you're going to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the read more

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the road, the lonely road.
Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
For we go seeking cities that we shall never find.

That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
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That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.

A tranquil city of good laws, fine architecture, and clean streets is like a classroom of obedient dullards, or a read more

A tranquil city of good laws, fine architecture, and clean streets is like a classroom of obedient dullards, or a field of gelded bulls - whereas a city of anarchy is a city of promise

In the busy haunts of men.

In the busy haunts of men.

What is the city but the people?

What is the city but the people?

Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.

Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.

I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.

I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.