I could come up with 50 stories that I am thinking about.

It's true what they say - all the good men are married. But it's marriage that makes them good.

Listen, then make up your own mind.

People dress up for funerals. Why not dress up to celebrate that you’re alive?

News, if unreported, has no impact. It might as well have not happened at all

Most journalists are restless voyeurs who see the warts on the world, the imperfections in people and places. . . . gloom is their game, the spectacle their passion, normality their nemesis.

Putting on a beautifully designed suit elevates my spirit, extols my sense of self, and helps define me as a man to whom details matter.

The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.

People go to restaurants for so many different reasons. To court a girl, to make some deal. Maybe to talk to some lawyer about how to get an alimony settlement better than they got last week.

I am writing about people who are alive in the city of New York during mid-20th-century America. And these people are like a character in a play or they are figures in a short story or a novel.

The real problem is what to do with problem solvers after the problem is solved.

The most effective way of learning is by observation and emulation.

You have to discover your area of talent to be effective

In football, side netting can sometimes look like a real goal and it can make spectators jubilate for a moment, and then ponder! So is life!

It's an art to live with pain... mix the light into gray.

If you don't have a record to run on, you paint your opponent as someone to run from.

The world is devoted to physical science, because it believes theses discoveries will increase its capacity of luxury and self-indulgence. But the pursuit of science only leads to the insoluble.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Now that I am dead, I know everything.

So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.

I have never regretted my silence. As for my speech, I have regretted it over and over again.