Life Is Like An Onion. You Peel

Hope Is An Echo, Hope Ties Itself Yonder, Yonder.

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.

Money Is Power, Freedom, A Cushion, The Root Of All Evil, The Sum Of Blessings.

The Simple Dignity Of A Child Drinking A Bowl Of Milk Embodies The Fascination Of An Ancient Rite.

Give Me Hunger, Pain And Want, Shut Me Out With Shame And Failure From Your Doors Of Gold And Fame, Give Me Your Shabbiest, Weariest Hunger! But Leave Me A Little Love.