I have occasionally had the exquisite thrill of putting my finger on a little capsule of truth, and heard it give the faint squeak of mortality under my pressure.

We stand or fall by television.

Anyone who writes down to children is simply wasting his time. You have to write up, not down.

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

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.

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

Humor is like a frog. You can dissect it to see how it works, but by then, it's dead.