Twenty-four years ago I was strangely handsome; in San Francisco in the rainy season I was often mistaken for fair weather.

A crime persevered in a thousand centuries ceases to be a crime, and becomes a virtue. This is the law of custom, and custom supersedes all other forms of law.

Beautiful credit! The foundation of modern society.

Let me make the superstitions of a nation and I care not who makes its laws or its songs either.

When a library expels a book of mine and leaves an unexpurgated Bible lying around where unprotected youth and age can get hold of it, the deep unconscious irony of it delights me and doesn't anger me.

Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.

It is curious and interesting to notice what an attraction a fussy, mincing, nickel-plated word has for you.