Simplicity Is A Strict Taskmaster.

In Every Death, A Busy World Comes To An End.

Transcendence Is Something Between A Metaphor And A Miracle.

The Public Is A Hibernating Bear, Hard To Awaken And Fond Of Honey.

Worrying Is As Futile As Boredom, But Harder Work.

New York Loves Itself In An Unkind And Fanatical Way.