“A tranquil city of good laws, fine architecture, and clean streets is like a classroom of obedient dullards, or a field of gelded bulls - whereas a city of anarchy is a city of promise.” LawCitiesStreetsFieldsFineInternetPromiseCleanArchitectureAnarchyClassroomFree SpeechBullsObedientCleanlinessTranquil Author:Mark Helprin
“Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare upreaching trees. It was a mad and beautiful thing that scoured raw the souls of animals and man, driving them before it until they loved to run. And what it did to Northern forests can hardly be described, considering that it iced the branches of the sycamores on Chrystie Street and swept them back and forth until they rang like ranks of bells.” MenLoveSoulCountryLightRunningAgeBeautifulStarsAnimalCitiesClearTreeStreetsStageArmsMadWinterDrivingForestsRanBranchesSilverEnginesBellsBeautiful ThingsConsideringShowersBack And ForthSparklePurifyingCity And Country Book:A New York Winter's Tale Source: A New York Winter's Tale
“Such a thing as the child left alone to die in the hallway was unknown on the marsh. But here, in the dawn, was mortality itself. In the city were places to fall from which one could never emerge -- dark dreams and slow death, the death of children, suffering without grace or redemption, ultimate and eternal loss. The memory of the child stayed with him. But that was not to be the end of it, for reality went around in a twisting ring. Even the irredeemable would be redeemed, and there was a balance for everything. There had to be.” ChildrenEndsDreamRealityWould BeSufferingDiesFallLeftMemoriesDarkLossCitiesGraceBalanceEternalUltimateRingsRedemptionDawnMortalityLeft AloneRedeemedHallwaysMarshesDark Dreams Author:Mark Helprin
“Why do people resist [engines, bridges, and cities] so? They are symbols and products of the imagination, which is the force that ensures justice and historical momentum in an imperfect world, because without imagination we would not have the wherewithal to challenge certainty, and we could never rise above ourselves.” PeopleWorldForceImaginationChallengesJusticeCitiesProductsHistoricalSymbolsCertaintyBridgesEnginesImperfectRise AboveMomentumImperfect World Book:Winter's Tale Source: Winter's Tale
“For what can be imagined more beautiful than the sight of a perfectly just city rejoicing in justice alone.” BeautifulJusticeCitiesSightRejoice Book:Winter's Tale Source: Winter's Tale
