I don’t like innuendo in these deafening English whispers.
...so many of the important times in life begin by seeming incidental.
Good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handled with gloves.
Now, human respect—you don’t call a man a coward or a liar lightly, but if you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them
I can't stand conversations that don't give me anything now.
So many people are going to love you and it might be nice to meet your first love all intact, emotionally too. That’s an old-fashioned idea, isn’t it?
Smart men play close to the line because they have to—some of them can’t stand it, so they quit.
I like France, where everybody thinks he’s Napoleon—down here everybody thinks he’s Christ.