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A Quote by John Milton on cities and men

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Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

John Milton (1608 - 1674)

Source: L'Allegro. Line 117.

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A Quote by John Milton on cities

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As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.

John Milton (1608 - 1674)

Source: Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 445.

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A Quote by John Milton on cities and liberty

Behold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.

John Milton (1608 - 1674)

Source: Areopagitica

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A Quote by John Fitzgerald Kennedy on certainty, cities, defeat, politics, and spirit

I am certain that after the dust of centuries has passed over our cities, we, too, will be remembered not for victories or defeats in battle or in politics, but for our contribution to the human spirit.

John F. Kennedy (1917 - 1963)

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A Quote by John Fitzgerald Kennedy on charm, cities, and efficiency

Washington [D.C.] is a city of Southern efficiency and Northern charm.

John F. Kennedy (1917 - 1963)

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A Quote by John Fitzgerald Kennedy on cities, country, day, freedom, and peace

Freedom is indivisible, and when one man is enslaved, all are not free. When all are free, then we can look forward to that day when this city will be joined as one, and this country, and this great Continent of Europe, in a peaceful and hopeful globe.

John F. Kennedy (1917 - 1963)

Source: Berlin, Germany June 25 1963

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A Quote by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe on cities, earth, emptiness, garden, mountains, spirit, and world

The World is so empty if one thinks only of the mountains, rivers, and cities; but to know someone who thinks and feels with us,and who, though distant is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)

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A Quote by Joaquin Miller on bitterness, cities, country, death, good, heart, lies, men, motherhood, nature, order, poetry, time, traditions, and water

Oregon proper is a sort of nut - a nut with a sweet, rich kernel, but also with a bitter bark and rind-through which you have to gnaw in order to reach the kernel. Portland is the bark or rind. The rich heart of the richest young State in the Union lies nearly two hundred miles in the interior. Portland sits at the seadoor - the very gates of the State. The Orient has met the Occident here in this westmost town. One of these new men, speculator in town lots and land, who was clad in a slouch hat and enormous mud-boots reaching almost to the knees, approached me in Portland. He carried an umbrella thrust up under his arm, while his two forefingers hooked and wrestled resolutely together as he stood before me. He chewed tobacco violently, and now and then fired a brown stream far up and down the new pine sidewalk. "Can't you put this city into poetry? Yes, you kin. What's poetry good for, if it can't rize the price of land? Jist tell 'em we never had a shake. Yes, an' tell 'em that the old men never die; but jist git kivered with moss and blow away. An' tell 'em - yes tell 'em that the timber grows so tall that it takes a man an' two small boys to see to the top of a tree! Yes, an' tell 'em that we have to tie poles to the cows' horns, to let the wrinkles run out on. Yes, biggest country, richest country an' dogondest healthiest country this side of Jerichol! Yes, it is." Drip! drip! drip! Slop! slop! slop! incessantly and all the time, for an uninterrupted half a year, here in this mossy, moldy town of Portland. Rain! rain! rain! until the trees grow out of the cracks and roofs of the houses, and until, tradition says, Mother Nature comes to the aid of the inhabitants and makes them web-footed, like the water-fowl. And even then, and in the face of all this, this man stood up before me with the water fairly bending his umbrella from the weight of the rain - the rain running down his nose, his head, his hair - and there he smilingly bowed and protested that it did not really rain much in Portland; but that down about the mouth of the Columbia, at Astoria, it did "sometimes rain a-right smart."

Joaquin Miller (1837 - 1914)

Source: The New and the Old

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A Quote by Jean-Paul Sartre on beginning, cities, and garden

Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift . . . that's nausea.

Jean-Paul Sartre (1905 - 1980)

Source: La Nausée, 1938

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A Quote by James Keller on cities, confidence, courage, depression, gloom, and individuality

An old Arabian fable tells of a prince imprisoned in a castle which had thirteen windows. Twelve of these windows overlooked lovely scenes, while the thirteenth looked down on the black ash heaps of the city. Ignoring the twelve windows, the prince always looked out through the thirteenth. It is so often true that whether a person carries with him an atmosphere of gloom and depression or one of confidence and courage depends on his individual outlook.

James Keller

Source: Three Minutes by James Keller, M. M., 1950

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