The truth will always have a market.
The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.
A man today never feels so alive as when he is hurtling from one point to another on the azimuth.
There are fewer things more thrilling in life than lumpy letters. That rattle.
The reality of what we really are is often times found in the small snips, way down at the bottom of things.
Manhattan cabs are born old.