Only The Impossible Lasts Forever.

New York Is The Meeting Place Of The Peoples, The Only City Where You Can Hardly Find A Typical American.

What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance?

I'm A Fart In A Gale Of Wind, A Humble Violet Under A Cow Pat.

One Must Not Look Inward Too Much, While The Inside Is Yet Tender. I Do Not Wish To Frighten Myself Until I Can Stand It.

“god,” She Cried, “what Is Love? Man Seeking His Own Head? The Human Head, So Rented By Misery That Even The Teeth Weigh! She Couldn't Tell Me The Truth Because She Had Never Planned It; Her Life Was A Continual Accident, And How Can You Be Prepared For That? Everything We Can't Bear In This World, Some Day We Find In One Person, And Love It All At Once.”