Hanging one scoundrel, it appears, does not deter the next. Well, what of it? The first one is at least disposed of.

It is a peculiarity of the American mind that it regards any excursion into the truth as an adventure into cynicism.

A great literature is thus chiefly the product of doubting and inquiring minds in revolt against the immovable certainties of the nation.

No reporter of my generation, whatever his genius, ever really rated spats and a walking stick until he had covered both a lynching and a revolution.

No politician is ever benefited by saving money; it is spending it that makes him.

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

Evil is that which one believes of others.