At 19, Everything Is Possible

Perhaps The Best Thing Which Can Be Said About Newspapers In The United States Is That They Are In Chronic Disagreement With Each Other. That Is What Is Meant By A Free Press.

A Newspaper Is Lumber Made Malleable. It Is Ink Made Into Words And Pictures. It Is Conceived, Born, Grows Up And Dies Of Old Age In A Day.

At 19, Everything Is Possible And Tomorrow Looks Friendly.

It Is Impossible To Read For Pleasure From Something To Which You Are Both Father And Mother, Born In Such Travail That The Writer Despises The Thing That Enslaved Him.

It Is Difficult To Live In The Present, Ridiculous To Live In The Future, And Impossible To Live In The Past. Nothing Is As Far Away As One Minute Ago.