New York Is The Perfect Model Of

Happiness, I Think, Lies On The Surface... When One Plunges Under The Surface All The Buoyant Things Disappear, And The Farther Down One Gets The More Cold And Dark It Seems: And The More Oppressive Space Feels.

Mechanical Instruments, Potentially A Vehicle Of Rational Human Purposes, Are Scarcely A Blessing When They Enable The Gossip Of The Village Idiot And The Deeds Of The Thug To Be Broadcast To A Million People Each Day.

Nothing Endures Except Life: The Capacity For Birth, Growth, And Renewal.

For Most Americans, Progress Means Accepting What Is New Because It Is New, And Discarding What Is Old Because It Is Old.

The Fact That Order And Creativity Are Complementary Has Been Basic To Man's Cultural Development; For He Has To Internalize Order To Be Able To Give External Form To His Creativity.