To give advice to a man who asks what to do with his life implies something very close to egomania. To presume to point a man to the right and ultimate goal - to point with a trembling finger in the RIGHT direction is something only a fool would take upon himself.

A man never stoops so low as when he rises to the challenge of politics.

Sane is rich and powerful. Insane is wrong and poor and weak. The rich are free, the poor are put in cages. Res Ipsa Loquitur, amen. Mahalo.

There was an awful suspicion in my mind that I'd finally gone over the hump, and the worst thing about it was that I didn't feel tragic at all, but only weary, and sort of comfortably detached.

Relax - This won't hurt.

I've already become a mastodon in print - I don't see a consciousness for my kind of journalism.

I have never believed much in luck, and my sense of humor has tended to walk on the dark side.