Hardly a book of human worth, be it heaven's own secret, is honestly placed before the reader; it is either shunned, given a Periclean funeral oration in a hundred and fifty words, or interred in the potter's field of the newspapers back pages.

Those who write for lucre or fame are grosser than the cartel robbers, for they steal the genius of the people, which is its will to resist evil.

Nothing in our times has become so unattractive as virtue.

I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks.

The Americans have always been food, sex, and spirit revivalists.

Writing is conscience, scruple, and the farming of our ancestors.

Of all the animals on earth, none is so brutish as man when he seeks the delirium of coition.