People don't have fortunes left them in that style nowadays; men have to work and women to marry for money. It's a dreadfully unjust world.

He looked like an Italian, was dressed like an Englishman, and had the independent air of an American--a combination which caused sundry pairs of feminine eyes to look approvingly after him, and sundry dandies in black velvet suits, with rose-colored neckties, buff gloves, and orange flowers in their buttonholes, to shrug their shoulders, and then envy him his inches.

My definition [of a philosopher] is of a man up in a balloon, with his family and friends holding the ropes which confine him to earth and trying to haul him down.

I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I'm not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.

If Mr. Clemens cannot think of something better to tell our pure-minded lads and lasses, he had better stop writing for them.

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.