New York Loves Itself In An Unkind

The Aim Of Literary Ambition Is To Demonstrate One's Greatness Of Soul.

I Am Invigorated By Work, Wasted By Pleasure.

As An Elder I Mistrust The Wisdom Of Age.

My Mind Is Led Astray By Every Faint Rustle.

Dreams Are Distorted Representations Of Desire. So Are Dream- Analyses.