Yet Better For One Of My Nature

The Basis Of Tragedy Is Man's Helplessness Against Disease, War And Death; The Basis Of Comedy Is Man's Helplessness Against Vanity (the Vanity Of Love, Greed, Lust, Power).

Yet Better For One Of My Nature To Have It That Way Than To Have Life A Peaceful, Placid Flow Of Quiet Contentment. I Must Have Days Of Rushing Excitement.

There Is Something More Annoying Than Pleasant In Finding Neighbors From Back Home Chiselling In On Your Own Exclusive New York. It Mitigates Your Triumph In Having Conquered The Great City And Brings Home The Ungratifying Truth That Anyone Can Do It.

I Cannot Exist Without The Oxygen Of Laughter.

There Is Really One City For Everyone Just As There Is One Major Love.