Mark Twain Quotes - Page 8

One is apt to overestimate beauty when it is rare.

Man has imagined a heaven, and has left entirely out of it the supremest of all his delights...sexual intercourse!...His heaven is like himself: strange, interesting, astonishing, grotesque. I give you my word, it has not a single feature in it that he actually values.

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

Reality can be beaten with enough imagination.

Nothing exists; all is a dream. God - man - the world - the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars - a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space - and you!

God created war so that Americans would learn geography.

Sing like no one is listening, love like you've never been hurt, dance like nobody is watching, and live like it's heaven on earth.

History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme.

The history of our race, and each individual’s experience, are sown thick with evidence that a truth is not hard to kill and that a lie told well is immortal.

Australian History:

.... does not read like history, but like the most beautiful lies.

Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.

Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.

Peace by persuasion has a pleasant sound, but I think we should not be able to work it. We should have to tame the human race first, and history seems to show that that cannot be done.

Well, there are times when one would like to hang the whole human race and finish the farce.

Travel is fatal to narrowmindedness, prejudice and bigotry.

It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.

Yes. And I’m rich now when I think about it. I own myself, and I’m worth eight hundred dollars. I wish I had the money. Then I wouldn’t ever want anything else

Loyalty to petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul.

Like it! Yes - the way I'd like a hot stove if I was to set on it long enough. No, Tom, I won't be rich, and I won't live in them cussed smothery houses. I like the woods, and the river, and hogsheads, and I'll stick to 'em, too.

If I were to construct a God I would furnish Him with some way and qualities and characteristics which the Present lacks.