New York city, the incomparable, the brilliant star city of cities, the forty-ninth state, a law unto itself, the Cyclopean Paradox, the inferno with no-out-of bounds, the supreme expression of both the miseries and the splendors of contemporary civilization, the Macedonia of the United States. It meets the most severe test that may be applied to definition of a metropolis - it stays up all night. But also it becomes a small town when it rains.

All happiness depends on a leisurely breakfast.

Yemen produces coffee, Egypt cotton, Iraq dates, Palestine oranges, and Syria trouble.

The last copy of the Chicago Daily News I picked up had three crime stories on its front page. But by comparison to the gaudy days, this is small-time stuff. Chicago is as full of crooks as a saw with teeth, but the era when they ruled the city is gone forever.

Touch water in the West and you touch everything.

God is what's good in me.

Moscow is the city where if Marilyn Monroe should walk down the street with nothing on but shoes, people would stare at her feet first.