Those Whom We First Love We Seldom

This Fair But Pitiless City Of Manhattan Was Without A Soul ... Its Inhabitants Were Manikins Moved By Wires And Springs.

Love And Business And Family And Religion And Art And Patriotism Are Nothing But Shadows Of Words When A Man's Starving!

By Nature And Doctrines I Am Addicted To The Habit Of Discovering Choice Places Wherein To Feed.

When One Loves One's Art No Service Seems Too Hard.

If There Was Ever An Aviary Overstocked With Jays It Is That Yaptouwn On The Hudson Called New York