New York Loves Itself In An Unkind

The Perfect Pleasure: Money Is Neither Fattening Nor Immoral Nor Illegal.

Life Is Always Rich, Thought Only Occasionally So.

When Science Drove The Gods Out Of Nature, They Took Refuge In Poetry And The Porticos Of Civic Buildings.

Sometimes The Only Way To Become Grounded Is To Hit Bottom.

When I Go Out, I Hope To Leave The Worst Of Myself At Home.