No Ascetic Can Be Considered Reliably Sane.

The Pattern Of A Newspaperman's Life Is Like The Plot Of 'black Beauty.' Sometimes He Finds A Kind Master Who Gives Him A Dry Stall And An Occasional Bran Mash In The Form Of A Christmas Bonus, Sometimes He Falls Into The Hands Of A Mean Owner Who Drives Him In Spite Of Spavins And Expects Him To Live On Potato Peelings.the Sunday World Was A Dry-stall Interlude In My Wanderings.

Inconsiderate To The Last, Josef Stalin, A Man Who Never Had To Meet A Deadline, Had The Bad Taste To Die In Installments.

There Is No Concept More Generally Cherished By Publishers Than That Of The Undeserving Poor.

My Old Friend Looked At Me With A New Respect. He Was Discovering In Me A Capacity For Hypocrisy That He Had Never Credited Me With Before.

Any City May Have One Period Of Magnificence, Like Boston Or New Orleans Or San Francisco, But It Takes A Real One To Keep Renewing Itself Until The Past Is Perennially Forgotten.