Mark Twain

Loyalty to the country always. Loyalty to the government when it deserves it.

Of all God’s creatures there is only one that cannot be made the slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with a cat it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat.

Why shouldn’t truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.

Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself.

Hardly a man in the world has an opinion upon morals, politics or religion which he got otherwise than through his associations and sympathies. Broadly speaking, there are none but corn-pone opinions. And broadly speaking, Corn-Pone stands for Self-Approval. Self-approval is acquired mainly from the approval of other people. The result is Conformity.

Just the omission of Jane Austen’s books alone would make a fairly good library out of a library that hadn’t a book in it.

People who consistently win have a clear and thoughtful strategy. They know what they need to do and when they need to do it. They write it down so they stay on course, and avoid any alternative that does not get them closer to the finish line.

Yet if today has no meaning, the past was a Blank and the future is a Chaos.

Do you realize that you can’t play the game of life with sweaty palms?

Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.

I am what I am Are you what you are or What?

We do not know who we are until we see what we can do.

We are entering an era when we shall create resources which shall be so constantly renewed that the only loss will be not to use them. There will be such a plenteous supply of heat, light and power, that it will be a sin not to use all we want. This era is coming now. And it is coming by way of Water.

Prophesy is a good line of business, but it is full of risks.

The people change, the common denominator is you.

Romanticism implies nostalgia for damaged goods.

I think us bad b*tc*es is a gift from God.

Like an enemy I knew as intimately as any friend, I came to know the nagging, constant emptiness of the incongruent life. I ignored myself and lived for people, purposes, and goals that weren’t my own. I betrayed who I was and instead accepted a fictional substitute that was defined from the outside in.

It is better to take what does not belong to you than to let it lie around neglected.

I’m slipping. I’m made of departed dreams and a stubborn fog that feels nothing like a veil.

Whenever you get the idea that you are ‘fixed’ or that anything is ‘fixed’ for life, you’d better get ready for a sudden change.