Why is it that whenever I hear music I think I’m a bride?

No man needs curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.

New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there in horror, peering out of the million windows man had caged it with.

Destiny and history are untidy.

I've seen death and I didn't like it.

A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?