She would earn her living.
She looked up at columns of crimson and saffron and burning brown, up at the matronly falls, up at lone pines clinging to jutting rocks that must be already crashing toward her, and in the splendor sh...
Say, I swear the best Messiah in the whole show is this darky, Father Divine.
My dear man, there's nothing I'd like better than to be by myself occasionally... I suppose you expect me to sit here and dream delicately and satisfy my tempermentality while you wander in from the b...
In fact, every American that Dickens shows in the book is a homicidal idiot, except one--and he wanted to live abroad! Well! You can't tell me that a degenerate bunch like that could have taken the ve...
Honestly, I think that the sense of humor of the people that TALK about having a 'sense of humor' is a worse vice than drinking.
Except, perhaps, that he was an atheist in theology, he was a strict orthodox Christian.
Cure the evils of Democracy by the evils of Fascism! Funny therapeutics.
Brother Males and Shemales: Are you coming to the Health Bee? It will be the livest Hop-to-it that this busy lil ole planet has ever see. And it's going to be Practical. We'll kiss out on all these...
It is impossible to discourage the real writers - they don't give a damn what you say, they're going to write.
A huddle of robot sheep bleating their terror with mechanical lungs of a hundred horsepower.
[...] all of the good-intentioners who wanted to 'do something for the common people' were insignificant, because the 'common people' were able to do things for themselves, and highly likely to, as so...
Why, there’s no country in the world that can get more hysterical—yes, or more obsequious!—than America. Look how Huey Long became absolute monarch
Why, there’s no country in the world that can get more hysterical—yes, or more obsequious!—than America. Look how Huey Long became absolute monarch over Louisiana, and how the Right Honorable Mr. Sena...
We don’t want all this highbrow intellectuality, all this book-learning. That’s good enough in its way, but isn’t it, after all, just a nice toy for grownups?
To the connoisseur of scenes, nothing is more enjoyable than a thorough, melodramatic, egoistic humility.
Thus it came to him merely to run away was folly, because he could never run away from himself.
She was credulous, perhaps; a born hero-worshipper; yet she did question and examine unceasingly.
She wanted, just now, to have a cell in a settlement-house, like a nun without the bother of a black robe, and be kind, and read Bernard Shaw, and enormously improve a horde of grateful poor.
She had so painfully reared three sons to be Christian gentlemen that one of them had become an Omaha bartender, one a professor of Greek, and one, Cyrus N. Bogart, a boy of fourteen who was still at...