[It is] the most hideous waterfront structure ever inflicted on a city by a combination of architectural conceit and official bad taste. the Cathedral of Asphalt.

I raise my stein to the builder who can remove ghettos without removing people as I hail the chef who can make omelets without breaking eggs.

When you operate in an overbuilt metropolis, you have to hack your way with a meat ax.

Those who can, build. Those who can't, criticize.

If the ends don't justify the means, then what does?

Every true New Yorker believes with all his heart that when a New Yorker is tired of New York, he is tired of life.

Here the skeptic finds chaos and the believer further evidence that the hand that made us is divine.

l have no fear of change as such and, on the other hand, no liking for it merely for its own sake.

I have long since abandoned the notion that higher education is essential to either success or happiness. Hothouses of learning do not always grow anything edible.

He continued to be an infant long after he ceased to be a prodigy.

If you elect a matinee idol mayor, you're going to have a musical comedy administration.

He who is best prepared can best serve his moment of inspiration.

You know how it is. Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another.

It's the last great free-for-all robbery of everybody's earth.

No matter what anyone may say about making the rich and the corporations pay taxes, in the end they come out of the people who toil

The attack and our response show just how vital Arizona's military bases are to the defense of our country. We need to do everything we can to protect them.

I don't grasp things this early in the day. I mean, I hear voices, all right, but I can't pick out the verbs.

I think that the jazzy approach that I have is based on the way that I hear music and in the way I play a supporting role to the other people in the band.

I need the binocular approach of science and religion if I am to do any sort of justice to the deep and rich reality of the world in which we live.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.

Well, I can't figure out God.