“The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.”

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don’t believe I deserved my friends.

You want to know a sure way to lose money? Buy what’s popular and don’t know what you are investing in.

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.

Either define the moment or the moment will define you.

Either define the moment or the moment will define you.

Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.

The future is no more uncertain than the present.

Happiness, not in another place but this place, not for another hour, but this hour.

All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

Day by day and night by night we were together – all else has long been forgotten by me.

All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

Earthshaking fire from the center of the Earth will cause tremors around the New City. Two great rocks will war for a long time, then Arethusa will redden a new river.

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning.

Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die.

In the City of God there will be a great thunder, Two brothers torn apart by Chaos, while the fortress endures, the great leader will succumb, The third big war will begin when the big city is burning.

Near the gates and within two cities there will be scourges the like of which was never seen: famine within plague, people put out by steel, crying to the great immortal God for relief.

Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.

Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.

Los Angeles: Seventy-two suburbs in search of a city.