The Future Is An Opaque

It Is Difficult To Live In The Present, Ridiculous To Live In The Future, And Impossible To Live In The Past. Nothing Is As Far Away As One Minute Ago.

A Reporter Meets Interesting People. If He Endures, He Will Get To Know Princes And Presidents, Popes And Paupers, Prostitutes And Panderers. And Always, In The Back Of His Head, There Will Be A Dozen Men And Women He Will Never Meet. And Always, He Will Feel The Poorer For It.

Raising A Child Is Very Much Like Building A Skyscraper. If The First Few Stories Are Slightly Out Of Line. No One Will Notice. But When The Building Is 18 Or 20 Stories High, Everyone Will See That It Tilts.

The Future Is An Opaque Mirror. Anyone Who Tries To Look Into It Sees Nothing But The Dim Outlines Of An Old And Worried Face.

A Newspaper Is Lumber Made Malleable. It Is Ink Made Into Words And Pictures. It Is Conceived, Born, Grows Up And Dies Of Old Age In A Day.