I can write better than anyone who can write faster.

Forget that New Orleans is actually a little like the Combat Zone with French cooking, it still happens to be part of the great state of Louisiana where people play the political game the same way it's played in Lebanon. The place is one layer after another of tribes, factions and at least a million laughs.

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.

An Englishman teaching an American about food is like the blind leading the one-eyed.

Freedom of the press belongs to the man who owns one.

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

I met a keen observer who gave me a tip: 'If you run across a restaurant where you often see priests eating with priests, or sporting girls with sporting girls, you may be confident that it is good. Those are two classes of people who like to eat well and get their money's worth.'