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.

If a boxer ever went as crazy as Nijinsky all the wowsers in the world would be screaming 'punch-drunk.' Well, who hit Nijinsky? And why isn't there a campaign against ballet? It gives girls thick legs

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.

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.

Cynicism is often the shamefaced product of inexperience.

News is like the tilefish which appears in great schools off the Atlantic Coast some years and then vanishes, no one knows whither or for how long. Newspapers might employ these periods searching for the breeding grounds of news, but they prefer to fill up with stories about Kurdled Kurds or Calvin Coolidge, until the banks close or a Hitler marches, when they are as surprised as their readers.

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.