If the desire to kill and the opportunity to kill came always together, who would escape hanging?

The rain ...falls upon the just and the unjust alike; a thing which would not happen if I were superintending the rain's affairs. No, I would rain softly and sweetly on the just, but if I caught a sample of the unjust outdoors, I would drown him.

Therein lies the defect of revenge: it's all in the anticipation; the thing itself is a pain, not a pleasure; at least the pain is the biggest end of it.

Is it, perhaps, possible that there are two kinds of Civilization-one for home consumption and one for the heathen market?

If you send a damned fool to St. Louis, and you don't tell them he's a damned fool, they'll never find out.

All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they're a mighty ornery lot. It's the way they're raised.

One frequently only finds out how really beautiful a beautiful woman is after considerable acquaintance with her.