We catched fish, and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn’t ever feel like talking loud, and it warn’t often that we laughed, only a kind of low chuckle. We had mighty good weather, as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all, that night, nor the next, nor the next.

I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way.

If Christ were here now there is one thing he would not be — a Christian.

Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass.

Age enlarges and enriches the powers of some musical instruments - notably those of the violin - but it seems to set a piano's teeth on edge.

Every inventor is a crackpot until his idea succeeds.

A man's character may be learned from the adjectives which he habitually uses in conversation.