There ain't nothing more to write about and I'm rotten glad of it, because if I'd know'd what trouble it was to make a book, I wouldn't a tackled it.

...many foolish persons, wanderers from other parts, have the vain fashion of graving their names and the obscure places whence they come, upon its stones, which is silly and marketh the doer for a fool.

Often it does seem a pity that Noah and his party did not miss the boat.

If you should rear a duck in the heart of the Sahara, no doubt it would swim if you brought it to the Nile.

The nation is divided, half patriots and half traitors, and no man can tell which from which.

You meet people who forget you. You forget people you meet. But sometimes you meet those people you can't forget. Those are your 'friends

There is nothing but that frail breastwork of earth between the people and destruction.