War Is Utter Damn Nonsense, A Vast

When The Typewriter Stops In A New York Office Everybody's Embarrassed; Men Start To Quarrel Or To Make Love To The Stenographer Or Drop Lighted Cigarettes In The Wastebasket.

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.

People Do Not Choose A Career; The Career Envelopes Them.

Three Words That Still Have Meaning, That I Think We Can Apply To All Professional Writing, Are Discovery, Originality, Invention.the Professional Writer Discovers Some Aspect Of The World And Invents Out Of The Speech Of His Time Some Particularly Apt And Original Way Of Putting It Down On Paper.

Men Who Have Lost Their Conviction Of What Is Good And What Is Bad Find Themselves Without A Sextant To Check Their Position By. We Are In The Position Of A Man With An Elaborate Camping Kit Who Finds Himself Lost In The Woods Without His Matches; To Kindle A Fire He Has To Resort To The Stratagems Of The Caveman. We Fall Back Through Generations Into The Oldest Terrors And Confusions Of The Race.