“Gossip’s a nasty thing, but it’s sickly, and if people of good intentions will let it entirely alone, it will die, ninety-nine times out of a hundred.”

Beer is a wholesome liquor…..it abounds with nourishment

One of the hardest conditions of boyhood is the almost continuous strain put upon the powers of invention by the constant and harassing necessity for explanations for every natural act.

Americans love to read about violence.

Some day the laws of glamour must be discovered, because they are so important that the world would be wiser now if Sir Isaac Newton had been hit on the head, not by an apple, but by a young lady.

Expediency may tip the scales when arguments are nicely balanced.

Mothers see the angel in us because the angel is there. If it’s shown to the mother, the son has got an angel to show, hasn’t he? When a son cuts somebody’s throat the mother only sees it’s possible for a misguided angel to act like a devil – and she’s entirely right about that!

I think the hardest part about being a teenager is dealing with other teenagers – the criticism and the ridicule, the gossip and rumors.

Blood sport is brought to its ultimate refinement in the gossip columns.

I sometimes compare press officers to riflemen on the Somme — mowing down wave upon wave of distortion, taking out rank upon rank of supposition, deduction and gossip.

There isn’t much to be seen in a little town, but what you hear makes up for it.

Show me someone who never gossips, and I’ll show you someone who isn’t interested in people.

All the gossip and craziness becomes a kind of sustained narrative which, in turn, can become history. It’s scary.

Gossip is the opiate of the oppressed.

May I say, for the benefit of those who have been carried away by the gossip of the last few days, that I know what’s going on.