Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.

A little more kindness, A little less speed, A little more giving, A little less greed, A little more smile, A little less frown, A little less kicking, A man while he's down, A little more "We", A little less "I", A little more laugh, A little less cry, A little more flowers, On the pathway of life, And fewer on graves, At the end of the strife.

The cayote is a living, breathing allegory of Want. He is always hungry. He is always poor, out of luck and friendless. The meanest creatures despise him, and even the fleas would desert him for a velocipede.

What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.

When the Lord finished the world, he pronounced it good. That is what I said about my first work, too. But Time, I tell you, Time takes the confidence out of these incautious opinions. It is more than likely that He thinks about the world, now, pretty much as I think about the Innocents Abroad. The fact is, there is a trifle too much water in both.

Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.

I don't believe there is anything in the whole earth that you can't learn in Berlin except the German language.