It is an anomaly that information, the one thing most necessary to our survival as choosers of our own way, should be a commodity subject to the same merchandising rules as chewing gum.

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

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

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.

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.

People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news.

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.