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.

Fields and trees are not willing to teach me anything; but this
can be effected by men residing in read more

Fields and trees are not willing to teach me anything; but this
can be effected by men residing in the city.

When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it

When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it

Every man cannot go to Corinthum.
[Lat., Non cuivis homini contingit adire Corinthum.]

Every man cannot go to Corinthum.
[Lat., Non cuivis homini contingit adire Corinthum.]

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

If, in New York, you arrive late for an appointment, say, "I took a taxi

If, in New York, you arrive late for an appointment, say, "I took a taxi

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.

What is the city but the people?

What is the city but the people?

No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of read more

No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of a dying style:
A village like an instinct left to rust,
Composed around the echo of a pistol-shot.