There isn't a Parallel of Latitude but thinks it would have been the Equator if it had had its rights.

Progressive improvement beats delayed perfection.

Would it not be prudent to get our civilization tools together, and see how much stock is left on hand in the way of Glass Beads and Theology, and Maxim Guns and Hymn Books, and Trade Gin and Torches of Progress and Enlightenment (patent adjustable ones, good to fire villages with, upon occasion), and balance the books, and arrive at the profit and loss, so that we may intelligently decide whether to continue the business or sellout the property and start a new Civilization Scheme on the proceeds.

Man is the only creature who has a nasty mind.

I can't do no literary work for the rest of this year because I'm meditating another lawsuit and looking around for a defendant.

Death is the starlit strip between the companionship of yesterday and the reunion of tomorrow.

It has been reported that I was seriously ill--it was another man; dying--it was another man; dead--the other man again...As far as I can see, nothing remains to be reported, except that I have become a foreigner. When you hear it, don't you believe it. And don't take the trouble to deny it. Merely just raise the American flag on our house in Hartford and let it talk.