Henry Louis Mencken ( 10 of 38 )
Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.
Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.
Remorse is regret that one waited so long to do it
Remorse is regret that one waited so long to do it
Who ever heard, indeed, of an autobiography that was not (interesting)? I can recall none in all the literature of read more
Who ever heard, indeed, of an autobiography that was not (interesting)? I can recall none in all the literature of the world
There is something even more valuable to civilization than wisdom, and that is character
There is something even more valuable to civilization than wisdom, and that is character
Bachelors know more about women than married men do. If they didn't, they'd be married too.
Bachelors know more about women than married men do. If they didn't, they'd be married too.
Belief in our mortality, the sense that we are eventually going to crack up and be extinguished like the flame read more
Belief in our mortality, the sense that we are eventually going to crack up and be extinguished like the flame of a candle, I say, is a gloriously fine thing. It makes us sober; it makes us a little sad; and many of us it makes poetic. But above all,
Under democracy one party always devotes its chief energies to trying to prove that the other party is unfit to read more
Under democracy one party always devotes its chief energies to trying to prove that the other party is unfit to rule - and both commonly succeed, and are right
I believe that all government is evil, in that all government must necessarily make war on liberty, and that the read more
I believe that all government is evil, in that all government must necessarily make war on liberty, and that the democratic government is at least as bad as any of the other forms
Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under.
Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under.
A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.
A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.
