Mark Twain

France has neither winter nor summer nor morals. Apart from these drawbacks it is a fine country.

He is useless on top of the ground; he ought to be under it, inspiring the cabbages.

Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

The easy confidence with which I know another man’s religion is folly teaches me to suspect that my own is also.

Between us, we cover all knowledge; he knows all that can be known and I know the rest.

It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly native criminal class except Congress.

Love is not the absence of hate; hate will always exist. Love is holding our head high and forever moving forward with kindness and compassion in spite of what hate may bring, because no amount of darkness can drown out our light if our light has been lit within.

It’s hard to see your own face without a mirror.

No, I’m not anguished and tormented.

Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.

Talent does what it can; genius does what it must.

A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five.

If emotional pain or problems have cropped up in your life, you must insist on getting closure. Closure means you don’t carry the problem or the pain. You address the issue, then you slam shut the book and put it away.

I hope that while so many people are out smelling the flowers, someone is taking the time to plant some.

Love in your heart wasn’t put there to stay, Love isn’t love ’til you give it away!

Oh, everybody wears a mask. We all put our best foot forward. We all try and make a statement, I’m not saying that’s bad.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

It is true that I am often startled and even angered and repulsed by the strange directions and provocative content of new forms that seem to pop up every few months.

I think I always feel like if everything went to shit, I would just teach improv at a theatre.

That dog don’t hunt.

The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.