Mark Twain

It isn’t safe to sit in judgment upon another person’s illusion when you are not on the inside. While you are thinking it is a dream, he may be knowing it is a planet.

It’s good sportsmanship to not pick up lost golf balls while they are still rolling.

Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thought that is forever flowing through one’s head.

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

His money is twice tainted: taint yours and taint mine.

Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

All professions are conspiracies against the laity.

Things alter for the worse spontaneously, if they be not altered for the better designedly.

The responsibility of tolerance lies in those who have the wider vision.

Some will always be above others. Destroy the inequality today, and it will appear again tomorrow.

A little philosophy inclineth man’s mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men’s minds about to religion.

For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

I think that there is nothing, not even crime, more opposed to poetry, to philosophy, ay, to life itself than this incessant business.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life… I wanted to live so sturdily and so Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life… to drive life into a corner to know it by experience and be able to give an account of it in my next excursion.

The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

The Humble, Meek, Merciful, Just, Pious and Devout Souls, are everywhere of one religion; and when Death has taken off the Mask, they will know one another, though the divers Liveries they wear here make them Strangers.

I didn’t find my friends; the good Lord gave them to me.

The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let things go.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

Not even the Devil can call a woman “Slut” if he is not able to make her fall in love.

Behave so the aroma of your actions may enhance the general sweetness of the atmosphere.