Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of life.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
By vulgarity I mean that vice of civilization which makes man ashamed of himself and his next of kin, and pretend to be somebody else.
People call things 'vulgar' when they are new to them. When they have become old, they become 'good taste.'
There is never vulgarity in a whole truth, however commonplace. It may be unimportant or painful. It cannot be vulgar. Vulgarity is only in concealment of truth, or in affectation.
The food in such places is so tasteless because the members associate spices and garlic with just the sort of people they're trying to keep out.
Vulgarity begins when imagination succumbs to the explicit.
Potato salad is very personal: everyone makes theirs differently.
I don't like salads: I like the strong food.
As I see it, a green salad is an open invitation to carrots, onions, mushrooms, tomatoes, and the sprouts that grow in jars on my kitchen counter.
Good taste is death; vulgarity is life.
Paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right: you can never have too much.