Quotes from Mark Twain

The man who speaks an injurious truth lest his soul be not saved if he do otherwise, should reflect that that sort of a soul is not strictly worth saving.

If we only had some God in the country's laws, instead of being in such a sweat to get Him into the Constitution, it would be better all around.

Yes, she was a poem, she was a dream, she was a spirit...

Becky cried, and Tom tried to think of some way of comforting her, but all his encouragements were grown threadbare with use, and sounded like sarcasms.

We never are too old for this, my dear, because it is a play we are playing all the time in one way or another. Our burdens are here, our road is before us, and the longing for goodness and happiness is the guide that leads us through many troubles and mistakes to the peace which is a true Celestial City.

It seemed to him that life was but a trouble at best, and he more than half envied Jimmy Hodges, so lately released; it must be very peaceful, he thought, to lie and slumber and dream forever and ever, with the wind whispering through the trees and caressing the grass and the flowers over the grave, and nothing to bother and grieve about, ever any more. If he only had a clean Sunday-school record he could be willing to go, and be done with it all.

There is no way of accounting for people. You have to take them as they are.

I admire him, I frankly confess it; and when his time comes I shall buy a piece of the rope for a keepsake.

Not a reproach passed her lips. She was too great for that - she was Joan of Arc; and when that is said, all is said.

Well, everybody does that way, Huck." "Tom, it don't make no difference. I ain't everybody, and I can't stand it. It's awful to be tied up so.

Just as I was moaning out the closing hunks of that word. I touched off one of my electric connections, and all that murky world of people stood revealed in a hideous blue glare! It was immense—that effect! Lots of people shrieked, women curled up and quit in every direction, foundlings collapsed by platoons. The abbot and the monks crossed themselves nimbly and their lips fluttered with agitated prayers.

As long as you're in your right mind don't you ever pray for twins. Twins amount to a permanent riot. And there