Quotes about Urban

London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.

The soft rush of taxis by him, and laughter, laughters hoarse as a crow's, incessant and loud, with the rumble of the subways underneath - and over all, the revolutions of light, the growings and recedings of light - light dividing like pearls - forming and reforming in glittering bars and circles and monstrous grotesque figures cut amazingly on the sky.

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

Until we're educating every kid in a fantastic way, until every inner city is cleaned up, there is no shortage of things to do.

A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid.

London! the needy villain's general home, The common sewer of Paris and of Rome! With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.

Breathe in the smell of exhaust and body odor, breathe out your health and sanity.

Long commutes make you fat, stressed, and miserable. Even short commutes stab at your happiness. According

Undine's white and gold bedroom, with sea-green panels and old rose carpet, looked along Seventy-second Street toward the leafless tree-tops of the Central Park. She went to the window, and drawing back its many layers of lace gazed eastward down the long brownstone perspective. Beyond the Park lay Fifth Avenue—and Fifth Avenue was where she wanted to be!

Our concern is not how to worship in the catacombs but how to remain human in the skyscrapers.

What is the city in which we sit here, but an aggregate of incongruous materials, which have obeyed the will of some man?