Robert MosesThinkers

The City is where the shallows murmur, but the deeps are dumb. The jazz joints, with their raucous snare drums and trumpeters, are more obtrusive but much less important than the long-drawn a isles and fretted vaults where the pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

The City is a place where you need not live, but you must be nearby or visit now and then if you expect to be recognized as a civilized man.

Higher education is not essential to either success or happiness; Hothouses of learning do not always grow anything edible.

Miami is an Oriental bazaar where shrewd merchants charge all the traffic will bear, a catchpenny mechanical Coney Island run by barkers and concessionaires for absentee owners ... and a garden community of homes, stores, and public beaches operated by and for substantial citizens and respectable visitors.

New York City is a city where, when a new yorker is tired of new york, he is tired of life.

New York City is, for some, not a part of the United States, but a sort of excrescence fastened to our eastern shore and peopled by the less venturesome waves of foreigners who failed to go west to the genuine American frontier.