On one issue, at least, men and women agree. They both distrust women.

The best years are the forties; after fifty a man begins to deteriorate, but in the forties he is at the maximum of his villainy.

Love is photogenic. It needs darkness room to develop

Human progress is furthered, not by conformity, but by aberration.

Christian endeavor is notoriously hard on female pulchritude.

Love begins like a triolet and ends like a college yell.

Liberty is not for these slaves; I do not advocate inflicting it against their conscience. On the contrary, I am strongly in favor of letting them crawl and grovel all they please before whatever fraud or combination of frauds they choose to venerate...Our whole practical government is grounded in mob psychology and the Boobus Americanus will follow any command that promises to make him safer.