I think it would be cool if you were writing a ransom note on your computer if the paper clip popped up and said 'Looks like you're writing a ransom note. Need help? You should use more forceful language you'll get more money.'

Computers may save time but they sure waste a lot of paper. About 98 percent of everything printed out by a computer is garbage that no one ever reads.

I don't understand why people whose entire lives or their corporate success depends on communication and yet they are led on occasion by CEOs who cannot talk their way out of a paper bag and don't care to.

The most difficult thing is the decision to act the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life and the procedure the process is its own reward.

Because of that I don't care when I read in the newspaper that I am colourblind. I went through a red light in my car and I stopped when I before a green light. So I must be really colourblind eh?

It's that I don't like white paper backgrounds. A woman does not live in front of white paper. She lives on the street in a motor car in a hotel room.

It's a libel to say that I use my newspapers to support my other business interests. The fact is I haven't got any other business interests.

The best discussion of trouble in boardroom and business office is found in newspapers' own financial pages and speeches by journalists in management jobs.

Politicians also have a love affair with the 'small business exemption.' Too much paperwork? Too heavy a burden? Not enough time? Just exempt small businesses from the rule. It sounds so pro-growth. Instead it's an admission that the costs of a regulation just can't be justified.

Newspapers with declining circulations can complain all they want about their readers and even say they have no taste. But you will still go out of business over time. A newspaper is not a public trust - it has a business model that either works or it doesn't.

Vulgar and obscene the papers run rumors daily about people in show business tales of wicked ways and witless affairs.

Editor: a person employed by a newspaper whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff and to see that the chaff is printed.

Since graduation I have measured time in 4-by-5-inch pieces of paper four days on the left and three on the right. Every social engagement interview reading flight doctor's appointment birthday and dry-cleaning reminder has been handwritten between metal loops.

I wrapped my Christmas presents early this year but I used the wrong paper. See the paper I used said 'Happy Birthday' on it. I didn't want to waste it so I just wrote 'Jesus' on it.

The government's view is that the best time to announce bad news news that it doesn't want the public to dwell on is late on a Friday when it will wind up in the Saturday papers which if you were readers then the week day editions. A holiday weekend is even better.

All the best performers bring to their role something more something different than what the author put on paper. That's what makes theatre live. That's why it persists.

Ideas are elusive slippery things. Best to keep a pad of paper and a pencil at your bedside so you can stab them during the night before they get away.

The genius of the United States is not best or most in its executives or legislatures nor in its ambassadors or authors or colleges or churches or parlors nor even in its newspapers or inventors but always most in the common people.

My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.

Experience taught me a few things. One is to listen to your gut no matter how good something sounds on paper. The second is that you're generally better off sticking with what you know. And the third is that sometimes your best investments are the ones you don't make.

The pattern of a newspaperman's life is like the plot of 'Black Beauty.' Sometimes he finds a kind master who gives him a dry stall and an occasional bran mash in the form of a Christmas bonus sometimes he falls into the hands of a mean owner who drives him in spite of spavins and expects him to live on potato peelings.

It was one of those evenings when men feel that truth goodness and beauty are one. In the morning when they commit their discovery to paper when others read it written there it looks wholly ridiculous.

Only on paper has humanity yet achieved glory beauty truth knowledge virtue and abiding love.

My first feeling about the paper and the attitude is that it is absurd.