All Things Come To Him

From The Ruins, Lonely And Inexplicable As The Sphinx, Rose The Empire State Building.

Show Me A Hero And I'll Write You A Tragedy.

Well, Let It Pass, He Thought; April Is Over, April Is Over. There Are All Kinds Of Love In The World, But Never The Same Love Twice. --the Sensible Thing

There Is A Moment—oh, Just Before The First Kiss, A Whispered Word—something That Makes It Worth While.

The City Seen From The Queensboro Bridge Is Always The City Seen For The First Time, In Its First Wild Promise Of All The Mystery And The Beauty In The World.