A writer is like a bean plant - he has his little day, and then gets stringy.

A candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.

Writers do not merely reflect and interpret life, they inform and shape life.

Security, for me, took a tumble not when I read that there were Communists in Hollywood but when I read your editorial in praise of loyalty testing and thought control. If a man is in health, he doesn't need to take anybody else's temperature to know where he is going.

As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left us in a bad time.

If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.

Commas in The New Yorker fall with the precision of knives in a circus act, outlining the victim.