If there is any way you can get colder than you do when you sleep in a bedding roll on the ground in a tent in southern Tunisia two hours before dawn, I don't know about it.
No sane man can afford to dispense with debilitating pleasures. No ascetic can be considered reliably sane.
The function of the press in society is to inform, but its role in society is to make money.
I take a grave view of the press. It is the weak slat under the bed of democracy.
A city with one newspaper, or with a morning and an evening paper under one ownership, is like a man with one eye, and often the eye is glass.
The pattern of a newspaperman's life is like the plot of 'Black Beauty.' Sometimes he finds a kind master who gives him a dry stall and an occasional bran mash in the form of a Christmas bonus, sometimes he falls into the hands of a mean owner who drives him in spite of spavins and expects him to live on potato peelings.
People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news.
An Englishman teaching an American about food is like the blind leading the one-eyed.
If you just try long enough and hard enough, you can always manage to boot yourself in the posterior.
There is no concept more generally cherished by publishers than that of the Undeserving Poor.
Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those who own one.
I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better.
It is impossible for me to estimate how many of my early impressions of the world, correct and the opposite, came to me through newspapers. Homicide, adultery, no-hit pitching, and Balkanism were concepts that, left to my own devices, I would have encountered much later in life.