Truth is the ricochet of a prejudice bouncing off a fact.

New York is Babylon : Brooklyn is the truly Holy City. New York is the city of envy, office work, and hustle; Brooklyn is the region of homes and happiness.... There is no hope for New Yorkers, for their glory in Their skyscraping sins; but in Brooklyn there is the wisdom of the lowly.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

Only the sinner has the right to preach.

A mind too proud to unbend over the small ridiculosa of life is as painful as a library with no trash in it.

Truth, like milk, arrives in the dark But even so, wise dogs don't bark. Only mongrels make it hard For the milkman to come up the yard.

What is the virtue and service of a book? Only to help me live less gingerly and shabbily.