Disillusionment is not truth.
As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.
Vulgarity is innocent; urbanity is not.
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
The Insignificance of Man is a congenial theme; my own insignificance is a sore point.
Reading more than life teaches us to recognize ethos and pathos.