Last week, I had to offer my publisher a bottle that was far too good for him simply because there was nothing between the insulting and the superlative.

People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news.

No ascetic can be considered reliably sane.

Chicago seems a big city instead of merely a large place.

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.

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.)

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