Words matter. These are the best A. J. Liebling Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
I take a grave view of the press. It is the weak slat under the bed of democracy.
The way to write is well, and how is your own business.
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.
If there is any way you can get colder than you do when you sleep in a bedding roll on the ground in a tent in southern Tunisia two hours before dawn, I don’t know about it.
A Louisiana politician can’t afford to let his animosities carry him away, and still less his principles, although there is seldom difficulty in that department.
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.
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.
It is impossible for me to estimate how many of my early impressions of the world, correct and the opposite, came to me through newspapers. Homicide, adultery, no-hit pitching, and Balkanism were concepts that, left to my own devices, I would have encountered much later in life.
The science of booby-trapping has taken a good deal of the fun out of following hot on the enemy’s heels.
No sane man can afford to dispense with debilitating pleasures. No ascetic can be considered reliably sane.
The function of the press in society is to inform, but its role in society is to make money.
Southern political personalities, like sweet corn, travel badly. They lose flavor with every hundred yards away from the patch. By the time they reach New York, they are like Golden Bantam that has been trucked up from Texas – stale and unprofitable. The consumer forgets that the corn tastes different where it grows.
