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

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.

I used to be shy about ordering a steak after I had eaten a steak sandwich, but I got used to it.

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 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.

The function of the press in society is to inform, but its role in society is to make money.

If you just try long enough and hard enough, you can always manage to boot yourself in the posterior.