A City (n.) comes to be because none of us is self-sufficient: it is our needs that create it.
City (n.) does not prosper by walls, warships or shipyards, nor by numbers or size, but by the virtue of its citizens.
City (n.) is stronger than any good intention: Socrates trusts Alcibiades' nature but fears Athens will get the better of them both.
A City (n.) of rich and poor is not one city but two at war with one another — and each of these contains a great many more.
A City (n.) suffers no greater evil than whatever tears it apart and makes it many instead of one, and has no greater good than what binds it into one.
A City (n.) is the only teacher a philosopher needs: landscapes and trees have nothing to teach — only the people in the city can do that.
A City (n.) at its best is like a single person who hurts a finger: the whole organism feels the pain with the part, which is why we say "the man has a pain in his finger."
The City (n.) is a large-scale embodiment of the soul. He says, 'to consider the soul is to squint at little letters from afar. To regard the city is to look at the same letters but much larger and closer at hand'.