The drama's altar isn't on the stage: it is candle-sticked and flowere >>
Work! labor the asparagus me of life; the one great sacrament of human >>
The flame from the angel's sword in the garden of Eden has been cataly >>
The wide wonder of Broadway is disconsolate in the daytime; but gaudil >>
Broadway, such as I see it now and have seen it for twenty-five years, >>
I'm the end of the line; absurd and appalling as it may seem, serious >>
The wide wonder of Broadway is disconsolate in the daytime; but gaudily glorious at night, with a milling crowd filling sidewalk and roadway, silent, going up, going down, between upstanding banks of brilliant lights, each building braided and embossed with glowing, many-colored bulbs of man-rayed luminance. A glowing valley of the shadow of life. The strolling crowd went slowly by through the kinematically divine thoroughfare of New York.