An Englishman teaching an American about food is like the blind leading the one-eyed.
Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those who own one.
A city with one newspaper, or with a morning and an evening paper under one ownership, is like a man with one eye, and often the eye is glass.
People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news.
The world isn't going backward, if you can just stay young enough to remember what it was really like when you were really young.
Chicago seems a big city instead of merely a large place.
If you just try long enough and hard enough, you can always manage to boot yourself in the posterior.
If the first requisite for writing well about food is a good appetite, the second is to put in your apprenticeship as a feeder when you have enough money to pay the check but not enough to produce indifference of the total.
No sane man can afford to dispense with debilitating pleasures. No ascetic can be considered reliably sane.
To the Parisians, and especially to the children, all Americans are now 'heros du cinema.' This is particularly disconcerting to sensitive war correspondents, if any, aware, as they are, that these innocent thanks belong to those American combat troops who won the beachhead and then made the breakthrough. There are few such men in Paris.