Where all pretend to be thinking alike, it's likely that no one is thinking at all.

Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.

Nothing could be older than the daily news, nothing deader than yesterday's newspaper.

New Yorkers like to boast that if you can survive in New York, you can survive anywhere. But if you can survive anywhere, why live in New York?

When the writer has done his best, he then should proceed to do his second best.

Whenever I read _Time_ or _Newsweek_ or such magazines, I wash my hands afterward. But how to wash off the small but odious stain such reading leaves on the mind?

In art as in life, form and subject, body and soul, are one.