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    Unless the Lord keep the city the watchman waketh in vain.
    [Lat., Nisi Dominus frustra.]

    by Motto Found in Cities Quotes,
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Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shroud his head.

Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shroud his head.

by Thomas Heywood Found in: Cities Quotes,
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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

by Mark Helprin Found in: Cities Quotes,
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What is the city but the people?

What is the city but the people?

by William Shakespeare Found in: Cities Quotes,
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The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.

The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.

by Jane Jacobs Found in: Cities Quotes,
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Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the read more

Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great King.

by Bible Found in: Cities Quotes,
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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

by J. B. Phillips Found in: Cities Quotes,
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The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.

The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.

by John Milton Found in: Cities Quotes,
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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.

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I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High read more

I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
Of human cities torture.

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