Hero: Person in a book who does things which he can't and girl marries him for it.

Would it not be prudent to get our civilization tools together, and see how much stock is left on hand in the way of Glass Beads and Theology, and Maxim Guns and Hymn Books, and Trade Gin and Torches of Progress and Enlightenment (patent adjustable ones, good to fire villages with, upon occasion), and balance the books, and arrive at the profit and loss, so that we may intelligently decide whether to continue the business or sellout the property and start a new Civilization Scheme on the proceeds.

But that's always the way; it don't make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a person's conscience ain't got no sense, and just goes for him anyway. If I had a yaller dog that didn't know no more than a person's conscience does I would pison him. It takes up more room than all the rest of a person's insides, and yet ain't no good, nohow.

If God had meant for us to be naked, we'd have been born that way.

Intellectual food is like any other; it is pleasanter and more beneficial to take it with a spoon than a shovel.

I asked Tom if countries always apologized when they had done wrong, and he says - "Yes; the little ones does".

I said nothing of the sort.