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.

The science of booby-trapping has taken a good deal of the fun out of following hot on the enemy's heels.

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

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.

The only way to write is well and how you do it is your own damn business.

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

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.