Mark Twain Quotes - Page 6

But it is a blessed provision of nature that at times like these, as soon as a man's mercury has got down to a certain point there comes a revulsion, and he rallies. Hope springs up, and cheerfulness along with it, and then he is in good shape to do something for himself, if anything can be done.

Most writers regard the truth as their most valuable possession, and therefore are economical in its use.

The rule is perfect: in all matters of opinion our adversaries are insane.

By trying we can easily learn to endure adversity – another man’s, I mean.

Advertisements contain the only truths to be relied on in a newspaper.

The signs of excessive indulgence in this destructive pastime are easily detectable. They are these: A disposition to eat, to drink, to smoke, to meet together convivially, to laugh, to joke, and tell indelicate stories - and mainly, a yearning to paint pictures.

I persuaded him to throw the dirk away; and it was as easy as persuading a child to give up some bright fresh new way of killing itself.

The more I the more I know people the more I like my dog

That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don’t know nothing about it.

I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.

Education: the path from cocky ignorance to miserable uncertainty.

Education consists mainly of what we have unlearned.

When I am king they shall not have bread and shelter only, but also teachings out of books, for a full belly is little worth where the mind is starved.

Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

Education: that which reveals to the wise, and conceals from the stupid, the vast limits of their knowledge.

In religion and politics people’s beliefs and convictions are in almost every case gotten at second-hand, and without examination, from authorities who have not themselves examined the questions at issue but have taken them at second-hand from other non-examiners, whose opinions about them were not worth a brass farthing.

A man is accepted into a church for what he believes and he is turned out for what he knows.

Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.

Of course truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.

We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that the savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter.