There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.

In the small town of Hannibal, Missouri, when I was a boy, everybody was poor, but didn't know it; and everybody was comfortable and did know it.

It was the schoolboy who said, ""Faith is believing what you know ain't so.""

Can it be possible that the painters make John the Baptist a Spaniard in Madrid and an Irishman in Dublin?

Thousands of geniuses live and die undiscovered - either by themselves or by others.

There is something fascinating about science. One gets such wholesale returns of conjecture out of such a trifling investment of fact.

Well, no doubt it's a blessed thing to have an imagination that can always make you satisfied, no matter how you are fixed.