Along the iron veins that traverse the frame of our country, beat and flow the fiery pulses of its exertion, hotter and faster eve...ry hour. All vitality is concentrated through those throbbing arteries into the central cities; the country is passed over like a green sea by narrow bridges, and we are thrown back in continually closer crowds on the city gates.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, The house for me, no doubt, were a house in the city-square;... Ah, such a life, such a life, as one leads at the window there!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »