Men in the uniform of Wall Street retirement: black Chesterfield coat, rimless glasses and the Times folded to the obituary page.

Don't trust a brilliant idea unless it survives the hangover.

When you leave New York you ain't going anywhere.

I became a copy boy. Not for long. I started writing stories.

Designed by architects with honorable intentions but hands of palsy.

If a man, for private profit, tears at the public news, does so with the impatience of one who thinks he actually owns the news you get, it is against the national interest.

Newspapers are so boring. How can you read a newspaper that starts with a 51-word lead sentence?