#2,980

It is not just that human trash accumulates in cities—it is that cities turn what accumulates in them into trash.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 476

#2,975

The modern metropolis is not a city; it is a disease.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 475

#2,893

Man’s full depravity does not become clear except in great urban agglomerations.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 463

#2,366

It never again mattered to me where I lived after I saw the spacious, dilapidated homes pass away and the wide open, deserted fields of my infancy covered with industrial and human filth.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 383

#2,365

One who remembers the smells of grass trampled under his bare feet never breathes well among buildings.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 382

#2,241

Even small-town grudges are more civilized than the mutual indifference of big cities.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 364

#2,114

Dismal, like an urban development project.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 345

#1,479

Revolutionary agitation is an endemic in the cities and only an epidemic in the country.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 249

#1,398

After several periods of urbanism, as well as several interludes of war, the rural and urban context of the cultivated era will not survive except in linguistic atlases and etymological dictionaries.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 238

#1,184

Opinions, customs, institutions, cities—everything has become vulgar, since we gave up repairing the old in order to buy every day some gaudy novelty.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 208

#1,142

The city is disappearing while the entire world is becoming urbanized.
A city, in the West, was a person.
Today, overexpansion and state centralism are disintegrating it into a mere inanimate heap of housing.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 201

#694

The anonymity of the modern city is as intolerable as the familiarity of modern customs.
Life should resemble a salon of people with good manners, where all know each other but where none hug each other.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 126

#148

No city reveals its beauty as long as its daily torrent runs through it.
The absence of man is the final condition of the perfection of everything.

Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 45