New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.
Every doctrine has a theory of the beginning.
The prison is the state writ small.
I would enjoy experiencing the hollowness of success at first- hand.
If beggars do not hate the rest of us, they are even more abject than I had imagined.
Not even self-love can always be counted on for support.