What the American public wants in the theater is a tragedy with a happy ending.

Preach the blessings of our deeply incorporated civilization by the mouths of our eight-inch guns.

Each one of us must suffer long to himself before he can learn that he is but one in a great community of wretchedness which has been pitilessly repeating itself from the foundation of the world.

There will presently be no room in the world for things; it will be filled up with the advertisements of things.

Is it worth while to observe that there are no Venetian blinds in Venice?

Inequality is as dear to the American heart as liberty itself.

What the American public wants in the theater is a tragedy with a happy ending.