If they [Mexicans] touch the hair of the head of one of our citizens, tell him [Commodore Dallas] to batter down and destroy their town and exterminate the inhabitants from the face of the earth!
(Andrew Jackson (1767-1845), U.S. president. Attorney General Benjamin Butler to his wife Harriet, June 29, 1836.
Related by Attorney General Benjamin Butler to his wife when Jackson heard that Mexican authorities had inflicted "indignities" on the American consul and residents of Tampico.)
To tell you the truth, I'm relieved that the Van Ripers are not coming. He's telling the same jokes he told twenty years ago and she dyes her hair. I think it's a shrimp pink now.
(Adele Comandini, and Edward Sutherland. Michael O'Brien (Charles Winninger), Beyond Tomorrow, when the three partners are stood up for a dinner engagement (1940).
Original story by Mildred Cram and Adele Comandini.)
I am pretty sure that, if you will be quite honest, you will admit that a good rousing sneeze, one that tears open your collar and throws your hair into your eyes, is really one of life's sensational pleasures.
(Robert Benchley (1889-1945), U.S. writer, humorist. No Poems or Around the World Backwards and Sideways, "Hiccoughing Makes Us Fat," Harper & Brothers (1932).)
West Germans are tall, pert and orthodontically corrected, with hands, teeth and hair as clean as their clothes and clothes as sharp as their looks. Except for the fact that they all speak English pretty well, they're indistinguishable from Americans.
(P.J. (Patrick Jake) O'Rourke (b. 1947), U.S. journalist. repr. In Give War a Chance (1992). "The Death of Communism," Rolling Stone (Nov. 1989).)