In Rome you long for the country; in the country – oh inconstant! – you praise the distant city to the stars.
Cities are the abyss of the human species.
God made the country, and man made the town.
Suburb: a place that isn’t city, isn’t country, and isn’t tolerable.
No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.
All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.