When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life read more

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford

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.

Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.

Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.

Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.

Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.

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.

I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.

I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.

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.]

Even cities have their graves!

Even cities have their graves!

The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.

The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.