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What Matters Is Not The Idea A Man Holds, But The Depth At Which He Holds It.

Fit For Kings, Formal Gardens Afford An Earthly Elysium And The Odd Impression That We Mere Men Might Actually Control Nature For A Time.

When Two Men In Business Always Agree, One Of Them Is Unnecessary.

There Is Natural Ignorance And There Is Artificial Ignorance. I Should Say At The Present Moment The Artificial Ignorance Is About Eighty-five Per Cent.

And New York Is The Most Beautiful City In The World? It Is Not Far From It. No Urban Night Is Like The Night There... Squares After Squares Of Flame, Set Up And Cut Into The Aether. Here Is Our Poetry, For We Have Pulled Down The Stars To Our Will.