There is in America an unbridgeable psychological divide, made manifest every April 15th, between those who receive checks from the government and those who write them.
Business is more agreeable than pleasure; it interests the whole mind more continuously, and more deeply.
Writing and computer programming are usually done worse when they are done for money.
It is the quack, needing protective coloration, who affirms most zealously the principles of his profession.
Journalists used to be raffish and amusing liars, and they are no longer raffish or amusing.
The best places don’t let people in, and the worst don’t let them out.
It is crime, of all fields, that most attracts the woefully underqualified.
Dressing for success is a cargo cult.
A bureaucracy, like a garage, should be hosed down periodically, to dislodge the stray bits of power accumulating in its crevices and corners like dust and dirt.
The idea that smoke implies fire cannot survive a professional class of industrious smoke merchants.
The common enemy that cements the bonds of the squadron in war is, in theory, the opposing army; in practice it is the brass.