To A Newspaperman, A Human Being Is

If Criticism Had Any Power To Harm, The Skunk Would Be Extinct By Now.

It Is Probably Not Love That Makes The World Go Around, But Rather Those Mutually Supportive Alliances Through Which Partners Recognize Their Dependence On Each Other For The Achievement Of Shared And Private Goals.

To A Newspaperman, A Human Being Is An Item With Skin Wrapped Around It.

An Actor's Popularity Is Fleeting. His Success Has The Life Expectancy Of A Small Boy Who Is About To Look Into A Gas Tank With A Lighted Match.

I Like Long Walks, Especially When They Are Taken By People Who Annoy Me.