New York, forever the port of em- and de-barkation en route to Adventure.

not only have children most certainly a right to their own ambitions, but their own lack of ambitions.

You make an open-ended proposition and the audience completes it somehow. That’s what you hope an artwork to be-a constantly living thing.

The main trouble with this civilized world isn't that we adventure too much, but that we fail to adventure enough.

New York, forever the port of em- and de-barkation en route to Adventure.

Cry down materialism all you will, surely one of the thoroughly satisfactory sensations of this world is to feel financially independent.

Heaven grants the human being who has learned to live alone a deep measure of such rewards that verily would one hesitate to sacrifice such proved satisfactions, such rare unending possibilities of contentment for anything less than certainty more certain still.