How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life. – Katherine Mansfield
New York is to the nation what the white church spire is to the village — the visible symbol of aspiration and faith, the white plume saying the way is up! – E.B. White
You do not wake up one morning a bad person. It happens by a thousand tiny surrenders of self-respect to self-interest. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
