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.

Truth is neither alive nor dead; it just aggravates itself all the time.

No man is straitly honest to any but himself and God.

O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain.

All generalizations are false, including this one.

In all my travels the thing that has impressed me the most is the universal brotherhood of man-what there is of it.

One of my theories is that the hearts of men are about alike, no matter what their skin color.