A City With One Newspaper... Is Like

My Old Friend Looked At Me With A New Respect. He Was Discovering In Me A Capacity For Hypocrisy That He Had Never Credited Me With Before.

The Only Way To Write Is Well And How You Do It Is Your Own Damn Business.

Southern Political Personalities, Like Sweet Corn, Travel Badly. They Lose Flavor With Every Hundred Yards Away From The Patch. By The Time They Reach New York, They Are Like Golden Bantam That Has Been Trucked Up From Texas - Stale And Unprofitable. The Consumer Forgets That The Corn Tastes Different Where It Grows.

Any City May Have One Period Of Magnificence, Like Boston Or New Orleans Or San Francisco, But It Takes A Real One To Keep Renewing Itself Until The Past Is Perennially Forgotten.

Freedom Of The Press Belongs To The Man Who Owns One.