I Did Try To Found A Little

I Am A Journalist And Have No Earthly Motives Except Curiosity And Personal Vanity.

Happy Is He Who Still Loves Something He Loved In The Nursery: He Has Not Been Broken In Two By Time; He Is Not Two Men, But One, And He Has Saved Not Only His Soul But His Life.

The Poor Complain That They Are Governed Badly. The Rich Complain That They Are Governed At All.

And All Over The World, The Old Literature, The Popular Literature, Is The Same. It Consists Of Very Dignified Sorrow And Very Undignified Fun. Its Sad Tales Are Of Broken Hearts; Its Happy Tales Are Of Broken Heads.

There Is One Thing Which Gives Radiance To Everything. It Is The Idea Of Something Around The Corner.