“ We'll beat you yet, you cold-blooded, censored son of a bowdlerized, unprintably expurgated deletion! David R. Palmer
“ It was unreal, grotesquely unreal, that morning skies which dawned so tenderly blue could be profaned with cannon smoke that hung over the town like low thunder clouds, that warm noontides filled with… Margaret Mitchell
“ I am not much given to profanity, but when I am sorely aggravated and vexed in spirit I declare to you that it comes as such a relief to me, such a solace to my troubled soul, and brings me such Heave… Col. Robert G. Ingersoll
“ I was once reproved by a minister who was driving a poor beast to some meeting-house horse-sheds among the hills of New Hampshire, because I was bending my steps to a mountain-top on the Sabbath, inst… Henry David Thoreau
“ Scummer, pox and wound rot! roared Tunstall, slamming his fist down on the bed. Gods cursed the pig-tarsed mammering craven currish beef-witted bum-licking gut-griping louts that did this to me! May e… Tamora Pierce
