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.
Even wisdom has to yield to self-interest.
Not every truth is the better for showing its face undisguised and often...
Every gift which is given even though is be small is in reality great if...
Men are the dreams of a shadow.