Mark Twain

The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice.

The rule is perfect: in all matters of opinion our adversaries are insane.

The Public is merely a multiplied “me”.

A person with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds.

Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

It’s your life-but only if you make it so.

Sir, I have no objection to a man’s drinking wine, if he can do it in moderation. I found myself apt to go to excess in it, and therefore, after having been for some time without it, on account of illness, I thought it better not to return to it. Every man is to judge for himself, according to the effects which he experiences.

Criticism, as it was first instituted by Aristotle, was meant as a standard of judging well.

Big jobs usually go to the men who prove their ability to outgrow small ones.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt.

Tomorrow is always another day to make things right.

To be a citizen in a democracy, a human being must be given a healthy start.

Regardless of who you are or what you have been, you can be what you want to be.

Through want of enterprise and faith men are where they are, buying and selling and spending their lives like servants.

Nakedness is uncomely, as well in mind as body, and it addeth no small reverence to men’s manners and actions if they be not altogether open. Therefore set it down: That a habit of secrecy is both politic and moral.

There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles… but there is one order of beauty which seems made to turn the heads not only of men, but of all intelligent mammals, even of women. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle and to engage in conscious mischief -a beauty with which you can never be angry, but that you feel ready to crush for inability to comprehend the state of mind into which it throws you.

Every man I meet is in some way my superior.

She has lost the art of conversation, but not, unfortunately, the power of speech.