Mark Twain

An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music.

An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music.

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not read more

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths read more

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

The first half of life consists of the capacity to enjoy without the chance; the last half consists of the read more

The first half of life consists of the capacity to enjoy without the chance; the last half consists of the chance without the capacity.

Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.

Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.