People Don't Choose Their Careers; They Are

I Think The Satirist Is Always Basically Optimistic. The Satirist's Complaint About Society Is Always That It Doesn't Measure Up To A Fairly High Ideal He Has. I Think That Even The Bitterest Satirist, Even A Man Like Swift, Was Probably Rather An Optimist At Heart.

I Dont Think There Is Anything On Earth More Wonderful Than Those Wistful Incomplete Friendships One Makes Now And Then In An Hour's Talk. You Never See The People Again, But The Lingering Sense Of Their Presence In The World Is Like The Glow Of An Unseen City At Night--makes You Feel The Teemingness Of It All.

If There Is A Special Hades For Writers Is Would Be In The Forced Contemplation Of Their Own Works.

To Fight Oppression, And To Work As Best We Can For A Sane Organization Of Society, We Do Not Have To Abandon The State Of Mind Offreedom. If We Do That We Are Letting The Same Thuggery In By The Back Door That We Are Fighting Off In Front Of The House.

Talk Is A Pure Art. Its Only Limits Are The Patience Of Listeners Who, When They Get Tired, Can Always Pay For Their Coffee Or Change It With A Friendly Waiter And Walk Out.