Quotes
Quotes about Cities
Seven cities warred for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.
Tower'd cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage.
Vicissitudes of fortune, which spares neither man nor the proudest of his works, which buries empires and cities in a common grave.
Nature's old felicities.
I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
Of human cities torture.
Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother's, when she feels
For the first time her first-born's breath!
Come when the blessed seals
That close the pestilence are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke!
Come in consumption's ghastly form,
The earthquake shock, the ocean storm!
Come when the heart beats high and warm,
With banquet song, and dance, and wine!
And thou art terrible!--the tear,
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
And all we know or dream or fear
Of agony are thine.
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments;
And much delight of battle with my peers
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
Where are the cities of old time?
There is a written and an unwritten law. The one by which we regulate our constitutions in our cities is the written law; that which arises from custom is the unwritten law.
Literature, as cities grow, becomes increasingly an expression of loneliness and exile - a cry in the dark, whistling in the dark.
... the great rage which justifies murder and the firing of cities and makes a man rise into his whimpering strong citadel of self-pitying aloneness
We are not in a position in which we have nothing to work with. We already have capacities, talents, direction, missions, callings.
The true test of a civilization is, not the census, nor the size of the cities, nor the crops - no, but the kind of man the country turns out.
So for thy spirit did devise Its Maker seemly garniture, Of its own essence parcel pure.-- From grave simplicities a dress, And reticent demureness, And love encinctured with reserve; Which the woven vesture would subserve. For outward robes in their ostents Should show the soul's habiliments. Therefore I say,--Thou'rt fair even so, But better Fair I use to know.
Feast of Monica, Mother of Augustine of Hippo, 387 Nothing could better illustrate this authentic spirit of Christian monasticism, stemming from Johannite monasticism, than one of its most recent examples, Father de Foucauld. If he went out to the Ahaggar plateau, it was not only to find but also to proclaim God, thereby teaching the gospel in a way which desert people could understand. After his death, the example set by this hermit was followed by others who, far from settling in the desert places of the Sahara, set out to mingle with the peopled deserts of the great cities, there to preach the gospel by their example and their very presence.
Smyrna, Rhodes, Colophon, Salamis, Chios, Argos, Athens--these seven cities contend as to being the birthplace of the illustrious Homer. [Lat., Smyrna, Rhodos, Colophon, Salamis, Chios, Argos, Athenae, Hae septem certant de stirpe insignis Homeri.]
I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture.
Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shroud his head.
Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.
Even cities have their graves!
Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode But the hope, the burning hope, and the road, the lonely road. Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind, For we go seeking cities that we shall never find.
Towered cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.
Great Homer's birthplace seven rival cities claim, Too mighty such monopoly of Fame.
