Where did the time go? Yesterday, I was a girl, and today, I suddenly find myself in the autumn of my years with the cold winds of winter breathing down my neck. – Peggy Toney Horton
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. – A. J. Liebling
Do you remember any great poet that ever illustrated the higher fields of humanity that did not dignify the use of wine from Homer on down? – James A. McDougall
