Count Hermann Keyserling once said truly that the greatest American superstition was belief in facts.

One travels like a golf ball, hopping from green to green.

I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country

If a man's from Texas, he'll tell you. If he's not, why embarrass him by asking?

The last copy of the Chicago Daily News I picked up had three crime stories on its front page. But by comparison to the gaudy days, this is small-time stuff. Chicago is as full of crooks as a saw with teeth, but the era when they ruled the city is gone forever.

It's the equivalent of putting on the brakes suddenly while driving uphill.