Herb Caen

The trouble with born-again Christians is that they are an even bigger pain the second time around.

I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met.

San Franciscans have a bond of self-satisfaction bordering on smugness.

Women ought to be fully guarded by law in all rights of property, labor, profession, etc.; but, roughly stated, the voting population ought to represent the fighting population.

Artistic credentials are au courant in the important business of being seen as cultured, elegant and, of course, stupendously rich.

It took me realizing that a broken heart has never actually killed anyone to find the courage to ask for what I want, in just about every situation. That was part of my own growing up.