To the Parisians, and especially to the children, all Americans are now 'heros du cinema.' This is particularly disconcerting to sensitive war correspondents, if any, aware, as they are, that these innocent thanks belong to those American combat troops who… — A. J. Liebling Copy Share Image
It is an anomaly that information, the one thing most necessary to our survival as choosers of our own way, should be a commodity… — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
I used to be shy about ordering a steak after I had eaten a steak sandwich, but I got used to it. — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
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… — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
The science of booby-trapping has taken a good deal of the fun out of following hot on the enemy's heels. — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
The primary requisite for writing well about food is a good appetite. Without this, it is impossible to accumulate, within the allotted span, enough… — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
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… — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
A city with one newspaper, or with a morning and an evening paper under one ownership, is like a man with one eye, and… — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
There is a healthy American newspaper tradition of not taking yourself seriously It is the story you must take that way... And if you… — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
If a boxer ever went as crazy as Nijinsky all the wowsers in the world would be screaming 'punch-drunk.' Well, who hit Nijinsky? And… — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
An Englishman teaching an American about food is like the blind leading the one-eyed. — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
I had an attack of the gout two days before pulling out, and I went limping off to the war instead of coming limping… — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
Inconsiderate to the last, Josef Stalin, a man who never had to meet a deadline, had the bad taste to die in installments. — A. J. Liebling Copy Share
