Here we write well when we expose frauds and hypocrites. We are great at counting warts and blemishes and weighting feet of clay. In expressing love, we belong among the underdeveloped countries.
Americans always try to do the right thing after they’ve tried everything else.
Despite the goings-on in Congress, I don’t think the U.S. is bordering on madness. I think Canada and Mexico are.
America is a vast conspiracy to make you happy.
No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public.
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
I hate American simplicity. I glory in the piling up of complications of every sort. If I could pronounce the name James in any different or more elaborate way I should be in favor of doing it.
Every time Europe looks across the Atlantic to see the American Eagle, it observes only the rear end of an ostrich.
America is an enormous frosted cupcake in the middle of millions of starving people.
The surface of American society is covered with a layer of democratic paint, but from time to time one can see the old aristocratic colors breaking through.