Lord, forgive them, for they know what they do!

There is no more unfortunate creature under the sun than a fetishist who yearns for a woman's shoe and has to settle for the whole woman.

How powerful social mores are! Only a spider's web lies across the volcano, yet it refrains from erupting.

A white lie is always pardonable. But he who tells the truth without compulsion merits no leniency.

Satire chooses and knows no objects. It arises by fleeing from them and their forcing themselves upon it.

There is a shortage of clerks. Everyone is going into journalism.

I have drawn from the well of language many a thought which I do not have and which I could not put into words.