As a writing man, or secretary, I have always felt charged with the safekeeping of all unexpected items of worldly and unworldly enchantment, as though I might be held personally responsible if even a small one were to be lost.

There is another sort of day which needs celebrating in song -- the day of days when spring at last holds up her face to be kissed, deliberate and unabashed. On that day no wind blows either in the hills or in the mind.

When a man hangs from a tree it doesn't spell justice unless he helped write the law that hanged him.

Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.

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.

I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.

When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.