No friendship is an accident.

“[A]ll of life, as we know it, moves in little, unavailing circles. More justly …”

“But how is it now? All we get is orders; and the laws go out of the state. Them…”

“Oh, I know what to do when I see victuals coming toward me in little old Bagdad…”

“Greenwich Village... the village of low rents and high arts.”