Misery No Longer Loves Company.

A Man Doesn't Amount To Something Because He Has Been Successful At A Third-rate Career Like Journalism. It Is Evidence, That's All: Evidence That If He Buckled Down And Worked Hard, He Might Some Day Do Something Really Worth Doing.

It Was Dramatic To Watch My Grandmother Decapitate A Turkey With An Ax The Day Before Thanksgiving. Nowadays The Expense Of Hiring Grandmothers For The Ax Work Would Probably Qualify All Turkeys So Honored With Gourmet Status.

There Is A Growing Literature About The Multitude Of Journalism's Problems, But Most Of It Is Concerned With The Editorial Side Of The Business, Possibly Because Most People Competent To Write About Journalism Are Not Comfortable Writing About Finance.

In America Nothing Dies Easier Than Tradition.

Of All The People Expressing Their Mental Vacuity, None Has A Better Excuse For An Empty Head Than The Newspaperman: If He Pauses To Restock His Brain, He Invites Onrushing Deadlines To Trample Him Flat. Broadcasting The Contents Of Empty Minds Is What Most Of Us Do Most Of The Time, And Nobody More Relentlessly Than I.