I took care of my wheel as one would look after a Rolls Royce. If it needed repairs I always brought it to the same shop on Myrtle Avenue run by a negro named Ed Perry. He handled the bike with kid gloves, you might say. He would always see to it that neither front nor back wheel wobbled. Often he would do a job for me without pay, because, as he put it, he never saw a man so in love with his bike as I was.

It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

Example moves the world more than doctrine.

New York has a trip-hammer vitality which drives you insane with restlessness if you have no inner stabilizer.

The concert is a polite form of self induced torture.

If we have not found heaven within, it is a certainty we will not find it without.

Everything hinges on how you look at things