I have just been refining the room in which I sit, yet I sometimes doubt that a writer should refine or improve his workroom by so much as a dictionary: one thing leads to another and the first thing you know he has a stuffed chair and is fast asleep in it.

It is a miracle that New York works at all. The whole thing is implausible.

The bonus is really one of the great give-aways in business enterprise. It is the annual salve applied to the conscience of the rich and the wounds of the poor.

The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.

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

Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can't erase it.

To perceive Christmas through its wrappings becomes more difficult with every year.