Quote by Walt Whitman

The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.


The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman:

Summary

This quote emphasizes that the greatness of a city lies not in its physical grandeur or infrastructure, but in the greatness of its inhabitants. Regardless of the size or appearance of a city, it can be considered the greatest if it houses exceptional individuals. This suggests that the value and significance of a city are determined by the quality and character of its people, highlighting the importance of individual contributions, achievements, and qualities in shaping the greatness of a community.

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