When I was fourteen years old, I was amazed at how unintelligent my father was. By the time I turned twenty-one, I was astounded how much he had learned in the last seven years.

It's so damned humiliating.

Steal a chicken if you get a chance, Huck, because if you don't want it, someone else does and a good deed ain't never forgotten.

Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought.

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

When your opinions start to coincide with those of the majority, it is time to reconsider your opinions.

What ought to be done to the man who invented the celebrating of anniversaries? Mere killing would be too light.