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

Cynicism is often the shamefaced product of inexperience.

There is no concept more generally cherished by publishers than that of the Undeserving Poor.

No ascetic can be considered reliably sane.

I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better.

The country's present supply of foreign news depends largely on how best a number of dry goods merchants in New York think they can sell underwear.

Inconsiderate to the last, Josef Stalin, a man who never had to meet a deadline, had the bad taste to die in installments.