I well recall my horror when I heard for the first time, of a journalist who had laid in a pair of what were then called bicycle pants and taken to golf; it was as if I had encountered a studhorse with his hair done up in frizzes, and pink bowknots peeking out of them. It seemed, in some vague way, ignominious, and even a bit indelicate.

Puccini - silver macaroni, exquisitely tangled.

The most common of all follies is to believe in the palpably untrue.

A man is called a good fellow for doing things which, if done by a woman, would land her in a lunatic asylum.

All successful newspapers are ceaselessly querulous and bellicose. They never defend anyone or anything if they can help it; if the job is forced on them, they tackle it by denouncing someone or something else.

Liberty and democracy are eternal enemies, and every one knows it who has ever given any sober reflection to the matter.

Haste is of the devil. Slowness is of God.