“Divine nature gave us fields, human skill built our cities.”

He who flees at the right time can fight again.

It is necessary for men to be deceived in religion.

Nature made the fields and man the cities.

It is for the good of states that men should be deluded by religion.

The longest part of the journey is said to be the passing of the gate.

What, if as said, man is a bubble.

What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.

For my eightieth year warns me to pack up my baggage before I leave life.

Divine Nature gave the fields, human art built the cities.

He who overlooks a healthy spot for the site of his house is mad and ought to be handed over to the care of his relations and friends.

Not all who own a harp are harpers.

The number of guests at dinner should not be less than the number of the Graces nor exceed that of the Muses, i.e., it should begin with three and stop at nine.

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in the city.

Not houses finely roofed or the stones of walls well builded, nay nor canals and dockyards make the city, but men able to use their opportunity.

Not well-built walls, but brave citizens are the bulwark of the city.

Nature made the fields and man the cities.

Dancing with her on the city streets is where I want to be.

Los Angeles can be a really sad city.

City lights shine bright on my complexion, Self-reflection…red hairs flashing at the intersection. Life is a green light, one star, no script, Supporting actors…fresh peaches, no pit.

Imagine a world in which no writer has written a literary novel in sixty years.