Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes-none knows whence-and cannot explain itself.
Mark TwainIt was a place of sin, loose women, whiskey and gambling. It was no place for a good Presbyterian, and I did not long remain one.
Mark TwainI admire him, I frankly confess it; and when his time is come I shall buy a piece of the rope for a keepsake.
Mark Twain