Beauty is lyrical. Ugliness is elegiac.
Sulking is silent because speaking would reveal its folly.
New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.
Commitments, not feelings, hold life together.
A Museum of fetishes would give special attention to the history of underwear.
The limits of prudence: one cannot jump out of a burning building gradually.