There Is Really One City

I Want So Much For My Lover. At Night When Our Beds Are Drawn Close Together I Waken And See His Dear Yellow Head On The Pillow - Sometimes His Arm Thrown Over On My Bed - And I Kiss His Hand, Very Softly So That It Will Not Waken Him.

There Is Really One City For Everyone Just As There Is One Major Love.

I Cannot Exist Without The Oxygen Of Laughter.

The Basis Of Tragedy Is Man's Helplessness Against Disease, War And Death; The Basis Of Comedy Is Man's Helplessness Against Vanity (the Vanity Of Love, Greed, Lust, Power).

There Is Something More Annoying Than Pleasant In Finding Neighbors From Back Home Chiselling In On Your Own Exclusive New York. It Mitigates Your Triumph In Having Conquered The Great City And Brings Home The Ungratifying Truth That Anyone Can Do It.