Going to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole life-style a Crime in Progress is not a happy prospect.

The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.

Yes sir, I am a tortured man for all seasons, as they say, and I have powerful friends in high places. Birds sing where I walk, and children smile when they see me coming.

He wandered into the Newsroom and asked for a job the same way he’d walk into a barbershop and ask for a haircut, and with no more idea of being turned down.

I'll call New York for some cash.

One of the advantages of being dead, I guess, is that somebody else can edit all this.

Good peo­ple drink good beer. Just look around any pub­lic bar­room and you will see: Bad peo­ple drink bad beer. Think about it.