Freedom Of The Press Belongs To The

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

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.

Henry Miller May Write About Revelers Self-woven Into A Human Hooked Rug, Because His Ecstasy Is Solemn.

If The First Requisite For Writing Well About Food Is A Good Appetite, The Second Is To Put In Your Apprenticeship As A Feeder When You Have Enough Money To Pay The Check But Not Enough To Produce Indifference Of The Total.

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.