New York blends the gift of privacy with the excitement of participation; and better than most dense communities it succeeds in insulating the individual (if he wants it, and almost everybody wants or needs it) against all enormous and violent and wonderful events that are taking place every minute.

I don't know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.

I can only assume that your editorial writer tripped over the First Amendment and thought it was the office cat.

Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.

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

I would really rather feel bad in Maine than feel good anywhere else