A man's women folk, whatever their outward show of respect for his merit and authority, always regard him secretly as an ass, and with something akin to pity.

Imagine the Creator as a low comedian, and at once the world becomes explicable.

Democracy must be a sound scheme at bottom, else it would not survive such cruel strains.

Life without sex might be safer but it would be unbearably dull. It is the sex instinct which makes women seem beautiful, which they are once in a blue moon, and men seem wise and brave, which they never are at all. Throttle it, denaturalize it, take it away, and human existence would be reduced to the prosaic, laborious, boresome, imbecile level of life in an anthill.

The lunatic fringe wags the underdog.

The fact that a human brain of high amperage, otherwise highly efficient, may have a hole in it is surely not a secret.

The trouble with Communism is the Communists, just as the trouble with Christianity is the Christians.