Quotes from Mark Twain

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter

THERE comes a time in every rightly-constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.

WE ARE THE CANAANITES. WE ARE THEY THAT HAVE BEEN DRIVEN OUT OF THE LAND OF CANAAN BY THE JEWISH ROBBER, JOSHUA.

this is the only ship going east this time of the year, but there's a thousand coming west—what's a fair wind for us is a head wind to them—the Almighty's blowing a fair wind for a thousand vessels, and this tribe wants him to turn it clear around so as to accommodate one—and she a steamship at that! It ain't good sense, it ain't good reason, it ain't good Christianity, it ain't common human charity.

You see my kind of loyalty was loyalty to one's country, not to its institutions or its office-holders. The country is the real thing, the substantial thing, the eternal thing; it is the thing to watch over, and care for, and be loyal to;

Bóg stworzyÅ' czÅ'owieka, poniewa? rozczarowaÅ' siÄ™ maÅ'pÄ…. Z dalszych eksperymentów zrezygnowaÅ'.

Il coraggio è resistenza alla paura e dominio della paura, ma non assenza di paura.

to have company in misery seemed something to be grateful for.

So we poked along back home, and I warn't feeling so brash as I was before, but kind of ornery, and humble, and to blame, somehow—though I hadn't done nothing. But that's always the way; it don't make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a person's conscience ain't got no sense, and just goes for him anyway .

Elle arrive enfin sur le trône, cette infâme religion, et c'est un empereur faible, cruel, ignorant et fanatique qui, l'enveloppant du bandeau royal, en souille ainsi les deux bouts de la terre.

Ka?dy czÅ'owiek jest jak Ksi??yc. Ma swojÄ… drugÄ… stronÄ™, której nie pokazuje nikomu.

By the woman's make, her plant has to be out of service three days in the month and during a part of her pregnancy. These are times of discomfort, often of suffering. For fair and just compensation she has the high privilege of unlimited adultery all the other days of her life.

after which placed their hand on their head, and appeared up closer to the sky, with the tears jogging down, and then busted out and went off sobbing and swabbing, and supply the following female a display.  I by no means see anything so disgusting.

Tra vent'anni sarete più delusi per le cose che non avete fatto che per quelle che avete fatto. Quindi mollate le cime. Allontanatevi dal porto sicuro. Prendete con le vostre vele i venti. Esplorate. Sognate. Scoprite

The first thing you want in a new country, is a patent office; then work up your school system; and after that, out with your paper.

Optimist: Person who travels on nothing from nowhere to happiness.

What an ass you are! he said. Are you so unobservant as not to have found out that sanity and happiness are an impossible combination? No sane man can be happy, for to him life is real, and he sees what a fearful thing it is. Only the mad can be happy, and not many of those. The few that imagine themselves kings or gods are happy, the rest are no happier than the sane.

He said: Do you love rats? No! I hate them! Well, I do, too—LIVE ones. But I mean dead ones, to swing round your head with a string.

History never repeats itself, but the Kaleidoscopic combinations of the pictured presente often seem to be constructed out of the broken fragments of antique legends.

It all began with Adam. He was the first man to tell a joke--or a lie. How lucky Adam was. He knew when he said a good thing, nobody had said it before. Adam was not alone in the Garden of Eden, however, and does not deserve all the credit; much is due to Eve, the first woman, and Satan, the first consultant. - Notebook, 1867

There was a tolerably fair sprinkling of young folks, and another fair sprinkling of gentlemen and ladies who were non-committal as to age, being neither actually old or absolutely young.

Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving.

Blue Laws of

So singularly clear was the water, that where it was only twenty or thirty feet deep the bottom was so perfectly distinct that the boat seemed floating in the air!