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A Living Language Is Like A Man Suffering Incessantly From Small Hemorrhages, And What It Needs Above All Else Is Constant Transactions Of New Blood From Other Tongues. The Day The Gates Go Up, That Day It Begins To Die.

Conscience Is The Inner Voice That Warns Us That Someone Might Be Looking.

I Know Of No Human Being Who Has A Better Time Than An Eager And Energetic Young Reporter.

All Successful Newspapers Are Ceaselessly Querulous And Bellicose. They Never Defend Anyone Or Anything If They Can Help It; If The Job Is Forced On Them, They Tackle It By Denouncing Someone Or Something Else.

Religion Deserves No More Respect Than A Pile Of Garbage.