What generally passes for 'thought' among the majority of mankind is the time one takes out to rearrange one's prejudices.

In the final analysis there is no other solution to man's progress but the day's honest work, the day's honest decision, the day's generous utterances, and the day's good deed.

Thoughts have no sex.

Guns know no policy except destruction.

The women who inspired this play deserved to be smacked across the head with a meat ax and that, I flatter myself, is exactly what I smacked them with.

In politics women type the letters, lick the stamps, distribute the pamphlets and get out the vote. Men get elected.

Nature abhors a virgin - a frozen asset.