A culture, we all know, is made by its cities.
What are men? Children who doubt.
We make too much of that long groan which underlines the past.
Peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
The future happens. No matter how much we scream.
The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome.