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

... rarely if ever does one feel sure one knows enough to go ahead with much of anything new. You bank on faith and courage and the ability to learn on the job.

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.

I hadn't the personality to be a long-term Success.

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

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.