What Is The Virtue And

The Courage Of The Poet Is To Keep Ajar The Door That Leads Into Madness.

Humor Is Perhaps A Sense Of Intellectual Perspective: An Awareness That Some Things Are Really Important, Others Not; And That The Two Kinds Are Most Oddly Jumbled In Everyday Affairs.

Beauty Is Ever To The Lonely Mind A Shadow Fleeting; She Is Never Plain. She Is A Visitor Who Leaves Behind The Gift Of Grief, The Souvenir Of Pain.

New York, The Nation's Thyroid Gland.

All Cities Are Mad: But The Madness Is Gallant. All Cities Are Beautiful: But The Beauty Is Grim.