The soul and substance of what customarily ranks as patriotism is moral cowardice -- and always has been.
Mark Twain[On Dutch flat poetry]: It is too smooth and blubbery; it reads like butter-milk gurgling from a jug.
Mark TwainShe was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.
Mark Twain