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The City Itself Swung Slowly Toward Us Silent As A Dream. No Sign Of Life But Puffs Of Steam From Skyscraper Chimneys, The Motion Of The Traffic. The Mighty Towers Stood Like Tombstones In A Graveyard, Leaning Against The Sky And Waiting For -- For What? Someday We'll Know.

Sentiment Without Action Is The Ruin Of The Soul.

The New Age Orgy: The Flesh Was Willing But The Spirit's Weak.

I Love America Because It Is A Confused, Chaotic Mess - And I Hope We Can Keep It This Way For At Least Another Thousand Years. The Permissive Society Is The Free Society.

To Be Alive Is To Take Risks; To Be Always Safe And Secure Is Death.