Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh

New York Rose Out Of The Water Like A Great Wave That Found It Impossible To Return Again And So Remained There In Horror, Peering Out Of The Million Windows Man Had Caged It With.

Only The Impossible Lasts Forever.

Of Course I Think Of The Past And Of Paris, What Else Is There To Remember?

No Man Needs Curing Of His Individual Sickness; His Universal Malady Is What He Should Look To.

One's Life Is Peculiar To One's Own When One Has Invented It.