She remained both girl and woman to the last day of her life. Under a grave and gentle exterior burned inextinguishable fires of sympathy, energy, devotion, enthusiasm, and absolutely limitless affection.
Mark Twain[On Dutch flat poetry]: It is too smooth and blubbery; it reads like butter-milk gurgling from a jug.
Mark TwainI am a great and sublime fool. But then I am God's fool, and all His works must be contemplated with respect.
Mark Twain