We do not look in our great cities for our best morality.
With their souls of patent leather they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal where they breathe they impose silence of dark rubber and fear of fine sand.
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human...
Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.
If you have everything under control, you're not moving fast enough
Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of...
