Reality Is The Only Obstacle To Happiness.

It Seems To Be A Law In American Life That Whatever Enriches Us Anywhere Except In The Wallet Inevitably Becomes Uneconomic.

The Old Notion That Brevity Is The Essence Of Wit Has Succumbed To The Modern Idea That Tedium Is The Essence Of Quality.

Of All The People Expressing Their Mental Vacuity, None Has A Better Excuse For An Empty Head Than The Newspaperman: If He Pauses To Restock His Brain, He Invites Onrushing Deadlines To Trample Him Flat. Broadcasting The Contents Of Empty Minds Is What Most Of Us Do Most Of The Time, And Nobody More Relentlessly Than I.

Journalism Was Being Whittled Away By A Wall Street Theory That Profits Can Be Maximized By Minimizing The Product.

Children Rarely Want To Know Who Their Parents Were Before They Were Parents, And When Age Finally Stirs Their Curiosity, There Is No Parent Left To Tell Them.