I Cannot Exist Without The Oxygen Of

There Is Really One City For Everyone Just As There Is One Major Love.

Satire Is People As They Are; Romanticism, People As They Would Like To Be; Realism, People As They Seem With Their Insides Left Out.

I Realize More And More How Instinctively Pessimistic I Am Of All Human Kindness -- Since I Am Always So Bowled Over By It -- And Am Never Surprised By Injustice, Malice Or Personal Attack.

Yet Better For One Of My Nature To Have It That Way Than To Have Life A Peaceful, Placid Flow Of Quiet Contentment. I Must Have Days Of Rushing Excitement.

There Is Something More Annoying Than Pleasant In Finding Neighbors From Back Home Chiselling In On Your Own Exclusive New York. It Mitigates Your Triumph In Having Conquered The Great City And Brings Home The Ungratifying Truth That Anyone Can Do It.