The Great City Is The Best Organ

Traditionalists Are Pessimists About The Future And Optimists About The Past.

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.

He Who Touches The Soil Of Manhattan And The Pavement Of New York, Touches, Whenever He Knows Or Not, Walt Whitman.

The Convenience Of Timekeeping Is Greatly Overrated; And The People Who Practice It So Faithfully That They Lose The Capacity For Appreciating The Fixed And The Static And The Spatially Related Experiences Cut Themselves Off From A Good Part Of Reality.

Only When Love Takes The Lead Will The Earth, And Life On Earth, Be Safe Again. And Not Until Then.