My respect for the inconsiderable is assuming gigantic dimensions.

The blind won't admit that I have eyes in my head, and the deaf say that I'm dumb.

Ideas are transplanted by splitting, thoughts by sprouting.

Journalist: a person without any ideas but with an ability to express them; a writer whose skill is improved by a deadline: the more time he has, the worse he writes.

When I don't make any progress, it is because I have bumped into the wall of language. Then I draw back with a bloody head. And would like to go on.

A white lie is always pardonable. But he who tells the truth without compulsion merits no leniency.

A historian is not always a prophet facing backwards, but a journalist is always someone who afterwards knew everything beforehand.