Greenwich Village... The Village Of Low Rents

I Wanted To Paint A Picture Some Day That People Would Stand Before And Forget That It Was Made Of Paint. I Wanted It To Creep Into Them Like A Bar Of Music And Mushroom There Like A Soft Bullet.

There Is This Difference Between The Grief Of Youth And That Of Old Age; Youth's Burden Is Lightened By As Much Of It As Another Shares; Old Age May Give And Give, But The Sorrow Remains The Same.

If There Was Ever An Aviary Overstocked With Jays It Is That Yaptouwn On The Hudson Called New York

You Can't Appreciate Home Till You've Left It, Money Till It's Spent, Your Wife Till She's Joined A Woman's Club, Nor Old Glory Till You See It Hanging On A Broomstick On The Shanty Of A Consul In A Foreign Town.

In Dress, Habits, Manners, Provincialism, Routine And Narrowness, He Acquired That Charming Insolence, That Irritating Completeness, That Sophisticated Crassness, That Overbalanced Poise That Makes The Manhattan Gentleman So Delightfully Small In Its Greatness.