The highest pleasure to be got out of freedom, and having nothing to do, is labor.

No sane man can be happy, for to him life is real, and he sees what a fearful thing it is.

What's your name?" "Becky Thatcher. What's yours? Oh, I know. It's Thomas Sawyer." "That's the name they lick me by. I'm Tom when I'm good. You call me Tom, will you?" "Yes

Be careless in your dress if you must, but keep a tidy soul.

There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

I must have a prodigious quantity of mind; it takes me as much as a week sometimes to make it up.

December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.