Mark Twain Trail Quote of the Day – Friday – June 4, 2021
“There is no unhappiness like the misery of sighting land (and work) again after a cheerful, careless voyage.” Mark Twain
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“There is no unhappiness like the misery of sighting land (and work) again after a cheerful, careless voyage.” Mark Twain
“It is curious — the space-annihilating power of thought.” Mark Twain
“He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it–namely, in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain.” Mark Twain, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, 1876
“We find not much in ourselves to admire, we are always privately wanting to be like somebody else. If everybody was satisfied with himself there would be no heroes.” Mark Twain
“I, like all other human beings, expose to the world only my trimmed and perfumed and carefully barbered public opinions and conceal carefully, cautiously, wisely, my private ones.” Mark Twain, Eruption, 1940
“It were not best that we should all think alike; it is difference of opinion that makes horse-races.” Mark Twain, Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar, 1894
“The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco.” Mark Twain
“I wrote my last travel-book in hell; but I let on, the best I could, that it was an excursion through heaven. Some day I will read it, & if its lying cheerfulness fools me, then I shall believe it fooled the reader. How I did loath that journey around the world!–except the sea-part & India” Mark Twain, Letter to William Dean Howells, April 2, 1899
“Humor is mankind’s greatest blessing.” Mark Twain
“For me its balmy airs are always blowing, its summer seas flashing in the sun; the pulsing of its surf is in my ear; I can see its garlanded crags, its leaping cascades, its plumy palms drowsing by the shore, its remote summits floating like islands above the cloud-rack; I can feel the spirit of its woody solitudes, I hear the plashing of the brooks; in my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.” Mark Twain on Hawaii