Artistic inspiration ignores the law of supply and demand.
Outside literature, high-flown sentiments are merely exasperating.
Saying "I love you" makes a demand, but creates no obligations.
Thought enables us to see Fate coming.
New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.
I know God exits, but I don't know where.