A tin horn politician with the manner of a rural corn doctor and the mien of a ham actor.
What the meaning of human life may be I don’t know: I incline to suspect that it has none.
All the great villainies of history, from the murder of Abel onward, have been perpetrated by sober men, chiefly by Teetotalers.
He sailed through American history like a steel ship loaded with monoliths of granite.
Why assume so glibly that the God who presumably created the universe is still running it? It is certainly conceivable that He may have finished it and then turned it over to lesser gods to operate.
Next to the semi-colon, quotation marks seem to be the chief butts of reformatory ardor.
Correct spelling, indeed, is one of the arts that are far more esteemed by schoolma’ams than by practical men, neck-deep in the heat and agony of the world.
Marriage is a wonderful institution, but...
The net effect of Clarence Darrow’s great speech yesterday seemed to be precisely the same as if he had bawled it up a rainspout in the interior of Afghanistan.
For me to go into politics would be like sending a virgin into a house of ill-repute.
To the best of my knowledge and belief, the average American newspaper, even of the so-called better sort, is not only quite as bad as Upton Sinclair says it is, but 10 times worse.
Suppose two-thirds of the members of the national House of Representatives were dumped into the Washington garbage incinerator tomorrow, what would we lose to offset our gain of their salaries and the salaries of their parasites?
I have little belief in human progress. The human race is incurably idiotic. It will never be happy.
Writing does for me what giving milk does for a cow.
The way for newspapers to meet the competition of radio and television is simply to get out better papers.
To denounce moralizing out of hand is to pronounce a moral judgment.
Never underestimate the bad taste of the American public.
The double standard of morality will survive in this world so long as the woman whose husband has been lured away is favoured with the sympathetic tears of other women, and a man whose wife has made off is laughed at by other men.
Immortality is the condition of a dead man who doesn’t believe he is dead.
Fame: an embalmer trembling with stage fright.