Next to “I win,” “I told you so” are the sweetest words.

If satire is to be effective, the audience must be aware of the thing satirized.

I am a correctionist. If something is wrong in society, it must be fixed. At least one should try to fix it.

I suspect that our own faith in psychiatry will seem as touchingly quaint to the future as our grandparents’ belief in phrenology seems now to us.

In large Victorian houses with many rooms and heavy doors, the occupants could be mysterious and exciting to one another in a way that those who live in rackety developments can never hope to be. Not even the lust of a Lord Byron could survive the fact of Levittown.

When the Presidential virus attacks the system there is a tendency for the patient in his fever to move from the Right or the Left to the Center where the curative votes are.

It is natural for men to want power. But to seek power actively takes a temperament baffling to both the simple and the wise. The simple cannot fathom how any man would dare presume to prevail, while the wise are amazed that any reasonable man would want the world, assuming he could get it.

One of the most fascinating aspects of politicianwatching is trying to determine to what extent any politician believes what he says.

In a society like ours, politics is improvisation. To the artful dodger rather than the true believer goes the prize.

For half a century photography has been the “art form” of the untalented. Obviously some pictures are more satisfactory than others, but where is credit due? To the designer of the camera? to the finger on the button? to the law of averages?