My prose style at this time was a stomach-twisting blend of the Bible, Carl Sandburg, H.L. Mencken, Jeffrey Farnol, Christopher Morley, Samuel Pepys, and Franklin Pierce Adams imitating Samuel Pepys. I was quite apt to throw in a "bless the mark" at any spot, and to begin a sentence with "Lord" comma.

The circus comes as close to being the world in microcosm as anything I know; in a way, it puts all the rest of show business in the shade.

Necessity first mothered invention. Now invention has little ones of her own, and they look just like grandma.

Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer-he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive with him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along.

I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. "Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.

I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.

The world organization debates disarmament in one room and, in the next room, moves the knights and pawns that make national arms imperative.