The Visible World Is But Man Turned

New York Is Appalling, Fantastically Charmless And Elaborately Dire.

In The Long Run An Opinion Often Borrows Credit From The Forbearance Of Its Patrons.

We Work In The Dark -- We Do What We Can -- We Give What We Have.

She Took Refuge On The Firm Ground Of Fiction, Through Which Indeed There Curled The Blue River Of Truth.

If This Was Love, Love Had Been Overrated.