The Cynic Is A Coward.

Tranquillity Is Contagious, Peace Is Contagious. One Only Thinks Of The Contagiousness Of Illness, But There Is The Contagion Of Serenity And Joy.

When One Is Pretending The Entire Body Revolts.

Great Repressions Create Dualities.

New York Seems Conducted By Jazz, Animated By It. It Is Essentially A City Of Rhythm.

The Leaf Fall Of His Words, The Stained Glass Hues Of His Moods, The Rust In His Voice, The Smoke In His Mouth, His Breath On My Vision Like Human Breath Blinding A Mirror.