Southern political personalities, like sweet corn, travel badly. They lose flavor with every hundred yards away from the patch. By the time they reach New York, they are like Golden Bantam that has been trucked up from Texas - stale and unprofitable. The consumer forgets that the corn tastes different where it grows.

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.

It is impossible for me to estimate how many of my early impressions of the world, correct and the opposite, came to me through newspapers. Homicide, adultery, no-hit pitching, and Balkanism were concepts that, left to my own devices, I would have encountered much later in life.

If there is any way you can get colder than you do when you sleep in a bedding roll on the ground in a tent in southern Tunisia two hours before dawn, I don't know about it.

I can write better than anyone who can write faster.

Newspapers write about other newspapers with circumspection, ... about themselves with awe, and only after mature reflection.

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.