I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous projection of the moon's sumptuous personality. This was a city of Pretend, created by the hypnotism of moonnight. -- Yet when I examined the moon she too seemed but a painting of a moon and the sky in which she lived a fragile echo of color. If I blew hard the whole shy mechanism would collapse gently with a neat soundless crash. I must not, or lose all.

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

The theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion

Here's to opening and upward... and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.

his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine

You and I are more than you and I because it's we.

Nobody loses all the time.