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

The pitifulest thing out is a mob; that's what an army is--a mob; they don't fight with courage that's born in them, but with courage that's borrowed from their mass, and from their officers. But a mob without any MAN at the head of it is BENEATH pitifulness.

Whatever a man's age, he can reduce it several years by putting a bright-colored flower in his button-hole.

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

Imagination labors best in distant fields.

Simplified spelling is all right, but, like chastity, you can carry it too far.

My father and I were always on the most distant terms when I was a boy--a sort of armed neutrality, so to speak. At irregular intervals this neutrality was broken, and suffering ensued; but I will be candid enough to say that the breaking and the suffering were always divided up with strict impartiality between us--which is to say, my father did the breaking, and I did the suffering.