Look at my papa here; he's been dead all these years, and yet he is more real to me than almost anybody else. He never goes out of my life. I talk to him and consult him all the time. The older I grow, the better I know him and the more I understand him.

It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.

It's all very well to tell us to forgive our enemies; our enemies can never hurt us very much. But oh, what about forgiving our friends?

I don't want anyone reading my writing to think about style. I just want them to be in the story.

[Mark Twain] is still the rough, awkward, good-natured boy who swore at the deck hands when he was three years old. Thoroughly likeable as a good fellow, but impossible as a man of letters.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.