Mark Twain

When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old read more

When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.

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.

Pity is for the living, envy is for the dead

Pity is for the living, envy is for the dead

Distance lends enchantment to the view

Distance lends enchantment to the view

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

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