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 primary requisite for writing well about food is a good appetite. Without this, it is impossible to accumulate, within the allotted span, enough experience of eating to have anything worth setting down.
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.
The way to write is well, and how is your own business.
The great armies, accumulated to provide security and preserve the peace, carried the nations to war by their own weight.
It's nice to work with your own alma mater.
The best are the ones built without controversy, when the owner, the architect, and the builder work together.
It is remarkable how easily children and grown-ups adapt to living in a dictatorship organised by lunatics.
'In Memoriam' has been my companion for all my grownup life.
Watching a whole cluster of friends, and my own mother, die over quite a short space of time convinced me that purely materialist 'explanations' for our mysterious human existence simply won't do - on an intellectual level.
