Those who are addicted to the phrase "to use a vulgarism" expect to achieve the feat of being at once vulgar and superior to vulgarity.

The vulgar man is always the most distinguished, for the very desire to be distinguished is vulgar.

It is disgusting to pick your teeth; what is vulgar is to use a gold toothpick.

I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.

Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.

She's a very charming and delightful creature ... and has only one fault that I know of. It happens, unfortunately, that that single blemish is a want of taste. She don't like me.

The essence of taste is suitability. Divest the word of its prim and priggish implications, and see how it expresses the mysterious demand of the eye and mind for symmetry, harmony and order.

It is only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdy that you can get tenderness.

What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offence.

Nothing is more vulgar than haste.