Delicacy - a sad, sad false delicacy - robs literature of the two best things among its belongings: Family-circle narratives & obscene stories.

All you drunkards: Put down the intoxicating Vanity Metrics.

New Orleans food is as delicious as the less criminal forms of sin.

What work I have done I have done because it has been play. If it had been work I shouldn't have done it.

The election makes me think of a story of a man who was dying. He had only two minutes to live, so he sent for a clergyman and asked him, "Where is the best place to go to?" He was undecided about it. So the minister told him that each place had its advantages--heaven for climate, and hell for society.

Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.

A sin takes on a new and real terror when there seems a chance that it is going to be found out.