Arab sovereignty in Jerusalem just cannot be. This city will not be divided-not half and half, not 60-40, not 75-25, nothing.
Be brave enough to live creatively. The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. You cannot get there by bus, only by hard work, risking and by not quite knowing what you are doing. What you will discover will be wonderful; yourself.
From this day forward, the millions of our schoolchildren will daily proclaim in every city and town, every village and rural schoolhouse, the dedication of our nation and our people to the Almighty. (On signing law for inclusion of the words 'under God' in the Pledge of Allegiance, 14 Jun 54)
John Johnson Now this is something the other tour guides won't tell you. In this particular cell-block, Machine Gun Kelly had what we call in the prison system, a bitch. And one night in a jealous rage Kelly took a make-shift knife or shiv, and cut out the bitch's eyes. And as if this wasn't enough retribution for Kelly, the next day he and four other inmates took turns pissing into the bitch's ocular cavities. (short pause) This way to the cafeteria
Mumbai never ceases to amaze me, even after more than three decades since I left that city of dichotomies. The paradoxes are perplexing as much as disturbing, e.g. extreme riches juxtaposed with excruciating poverty; indifferent and hard-hearted people co-existing with amazingly generous and exceptionally kind role models; iconic malls, flyovers, skyscrapers and sea-links right next to disgustingly scattered slums; brilliant scientists and awesome artists living peacefully with blind faith and superstitions in daily lives etc are just a few paradoxes that come to mind. And yes, it’s only a tip of the iceberg. The city of dichotomies often leaves the visitor with a million questions that are so hard to answer.
Though there are very many nations all over the earth, ...there are no more than two kinds of human society, which we may justly call two cities, ...one consisting of those who live according to man, the other of those who live according to God ....To the City of Man belong the enemies of God, ...so inflamed with hatred against the City of God.
Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.
A city is a place where there is no need to wait for next week to get the answer to a question, to taste the food of any country, to find new voices to listen to and familiar ones to listen to again.
A great city is not something that should be judged by our elders... We should learn from our mistakes, not look back on them, we should use the knowledge that we have to move forward....
A man of a right spirit is not a man of narrow and private views, but is greatly interested and concerned for the good of the community to which he belongs, and particularly of the city or village in which he resides, and for the true welfare of the society of which he is a member.
A peek inside the city's many nightspots reveals a Shangri-La-di-da of tiny Shanghai socialites in even tinier outfits dancing provocatively with well-to-do Westerners. But while such sights may draw gasps from some people, the truth is that this kind of thing is nothing new for Shanghai, the Orient's original opium-den of iniquity.
A praiseful life is bound to end up a wondrous or wonderful life. Do I really need to prove that to you? O.K listen up and let's take biblical David as a case study. He (David) throughtout his lifetime was praiseful. I mean, he was accustomed to praising God. That's why, nobody ever praised God as he did. Oh! yes, David praised God wildly to the extent that he once danced naked before God while he was in the mood of praise. And just because of that single act. God took him to be a man after his own heart. Not only that, even till now. David is still the most celebrated king of Israel. No wonder, there was and there is still a city in Israel called king David's city. Now, that's just a tip of what a praiseful life can do or achieve. Therefore, this is a call to praise God as much as you can and as long as you live. Because, you should praise God tirelessly and ceaselessly too. For, if you refuse to praise him continually, then it's obvious you are taking him (God) for granted. But, never take God for granted. For, as far as I'm concerned. God is always worthy of our praises. Unless you think otherwise.
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!
All of the books in the world contain no more information than is broadcast as video in a single large American city in a single year. Not all bits have equal value.
Always design a thing by considering it in its next larger context -- a chair in a room, a room in a house, a house in an environment, an environment in a city plan.
Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country. We will answer their demand for a gold standard by saying to them: You shall not press down upon the brow of labor this crown of thorns, you shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold.
captured the city of Vercelli, besieged Novara, invaded Como, and destroyed many other places opposed to him. In the end [1014-15], worn down by labor and sickness and deprived of his kingdom, he was content with the monastery named Fruttuaria alone. There, after the regalia had been placed upon the altar and he had donned the habit of a pauper, he fell asleep in his own time
City is a madhouse! Don’t stay there too much or you get mad! Go to the nature, to the Temple of the Clever!