Mark Twain

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

Truth is mighty and will prevail. There is nothing wrong with this, except that it ain’t so.

There is a great deal of human nature in people.

We have the best government that money can buy.

As a thinker and planner the ant is the equal of any savage race of men; as a self-educated specialist in several arts she is the superior of any savage race of men; and in one or two high mental qualities she is above the reach of any man, savage or civilized!

It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare.

No poems can please for long or live that are written by water-drinkers.

Where a blood relation sobs, an intimate friend should choke up, a distant acquaintance should sigh, a stranger should merely fumble sympathetically with his handkerchief.

The human soul, by once suffering as much as it is capable of, purchases a strange and terrible immunity to all the rest of life’s sorrows.

Softness has such a power to it. When you choose to soften into something, it relaxes, opens, tension releases. Stuck energy flows like blood coursing through veins, bringing much needed oxygen. Life force and warmth enters, connection is rekindled. Find the trust you need to allow softness in; it really is healing.

Only the hand that erases can write the true thing.

Beauty rests on necessities.

There is only one duty, only one safe course, and that is to try to be right.

The first condition of progress is the removal of censorship.

The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.

A man finds room in the few square inches of the face for the traits of all his ancestors; for the expression of all his history, and his wants.

All misfortune is but a stepping stone to fortune.

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

Not only must we be good, but we must also be good for something.

The future is purchased by the present.

The savage in man is never quite eradicated.