Henry Miller may write about revelers self-woven into a human hooked rug, because his ecstasy is solemn.

I had an attack of the gout two days before pulling out, and I went limping off to the war instead of coming limping back from it.

The science of booby-trapping has taken a good deal of the fun out of following hot on the enemy's heels.

There is a healthy American newspaper tradition of not taking yourself seriously It is the story you must take that way... And if you do take yourself seriously, according to this sound convention, you are supposed to do your best not to let anyone else know about it. (Like bed-wetting.)

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.

Cynicism is often the shamefaced product of inexperience.

If there is any way you can get colder than you do when you sleep in a bedding roll on the ground in a tent in southern Tunisia two hours before dawn, I don't know about it.