Profanity

But between you and me, you know, I think it does a man good to swear.

Swearing is the safety valve through which the bad temper that might otherwise do serious internal injury to his mental mechanism escapes in harmless vaporing.

When a man has said, "Bless you, my dear, sweet sir, what the sun, moon, and stars made you so careless, if I may be permitted the expression, as to allow your light and delicate foot to descend upon my corn with so much force? Is it that you are physically incapable of comprehending the direction in which you are proceeding, you nice, clever young man, you?" Or words to that effect, he feels better.

Swearing has the same soothing effect upon our angry passions that smashing the furniture or slamming the doors is so well known to exercise.

Added to which, it is much cheaper.

Swearing clears a man out like a penneth of gunpowder does the washhouse chimney.

An occasional explosion is good for both.

I rather distrust a man who never swears, or savagely kicks the footstool, or pokes the fire with unnecessary violence.

We found Christ at the same time.

Swearing was something for her that she was like not letting go of that ever.

And I'm like, no, you probably will.

Like it's a habit because, you know, you've been doing it for 40 years, but it will go.