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Best Mark Twain Quotes
An author values a compliment even when it comes from a source of doubtful competency
Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
Mark Twain
I can live for two months on a good compliment.
Mark Twain
If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati. Everything comes there ten years later.
Mark Twain
If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
Mark Twain
It is better to deserve honors and not have them than to have them and not deserve them.
It is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, and the prudence never to practice either of them.
Laws control the lesser man... Right conduct controls the greater one.
Loyalty to the country always. Loyalty to the government when it deserves it.
Martyrdom covers a multitude of sins.
Prosperity is the best protector of principle.
The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.
The most interesting information comes from children, for they tell all they know and then stop.
There are lies, damned lies and statistics.
There are people who can do all fine and heroic things but one - keep from telling their happiness to the unhappy.
Thousands of geniuses live and die undiscovered - either by themselves or by others.
When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear.
When red-haired people are above a certain social grade their hair is auburn.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.
Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
Mark Twain
I can live for two months on a good compliment.
Mark Twain
Mark Twain
If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
Mark Twain
It is better to deserve honors and not have them than to have them and not deserve them.
It is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, and the prudence never to practice either of them.
Laws control the lesser man... Right conduct controls the greater one.
Martyrdom covers a multitude of sins.
Prosperity is the best protector of principle.
The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.
The most interesting information comes from children, for they tell all they know and then stop.
There are lies, damned lies and statistics.
There are people who can do all fine and heroic things but one - keep from telling their happiness to the unhappy.
Thousands of geniuses live and die undiscovered - either by themselves or by others.
When red-haired people are above a certain social grade their hair is auburn.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
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Thursday, October 27, 2011
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I Have No Power
I have no power to change you
or explain your ways
Never believe a man can change a woman
Those men are pretenders
who think
that they created woman
from one of their ribs
Woman does not emerge from a man's rib's, not ever,
it's he who emerges from her womb
like a fish rising from depths of water
and like streams that branch away from a river
It's he who circles the sun of her eyes
and imagines he is fixed in place
I have no power to tame you
or domesticate you
or mitigate your first instincts
This task is impossible
I've tested my intelligence on you
also my dumbness
Nothing worked with you, neither guidance
nor temptation
Stay primitive as you are
I have no power to break your habits
for thirty years you have been like this
for three hundred years
a storm trapping in a bottle
a body by nature sensing the scent of a man
assaults it by nature
triumphs over it by nature
Never believe what a man says about himself
that he is the one who makes the poems
and makes the children
It is the woman who writes the poems
and the man who signs his name to them
It is the woman who bears the children
and the man who signs at the maternity hospital
that he is the father
I have no power to change your nature
my books are of no use to you
and my convictions do not convince you
nor does my fatherly council do you any good
you are the queen of anarchy, of madness, of belonging
to no one
Stay that way
You are the tree of femininity that grows in the dark
needs no sun or water
you the sea princess who has loved all men
and loved no one
slept with all men… and slept with no one
you are the Bedouin woman who went with all the tribes
and returned a virgin
Stay that way.' -Nizar Kabbani
or explain your ways
Never believe a man can change a woman
Those men are pretenders
who think
that they created woman
from one of their ribs
Woman does not emerge from a man's rib's, not ever,
it's he who emerges from her womb
like a fish rising from depths of water
and like streams that branch away from a river
It's he who circles the sun of her eyes
and imagines he is fixed in place
I have no power to tame you
or domesticate you
or mitigate your first instincts
This task is impossible
I've tested my intelligence on you
also my dumbness
Nothing worked with you, neither guidance
nor temptation
Stay primitive as you are
I have no power to break your habits
for thirty years you have been like this
for three hundred years
a storm trapping in a bottle
a body by nature sensing the scent of a man
assaults it by nature
triumphs over it by nature
Never believe what a man says about himself
that he is the one who makes the poems
and makes the children
It is the woman who writes the poems
and the man who signs his name to them
It is the woman who bears the children
and the man who signs at the maternity hospital
that he is the father
I have no power to change your nature
my books are of no use to you
and my convictions do not convince you
nor does my fatherly council do you any good
you are the queen of anarchy, of madness, of belonging
to no one
Stay that way
You are the tree of femininity that grows in the dark
needs no sun or water
you the sea princess who has loved all men
and loved no one
slept with all men… and slept with no one
you are the Bedouin woman who went with all the tribes
and returned a virgin
Stay that way.' -Nizar Kabbani
Monday, April 25, 2011
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Stardust
written by Jane Goldman & Matthew Vaughn, from the novel by Neil Gaiman
Yvaine (Claire Danes): You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars... pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I’m trying to say, Tristan is...I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange...no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.
written by Jane Goldman & Matthew Vaughn, from the novel by Neil Gaiman
Yvaine (Claire Danes): You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars... pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I’m trying to say, Tristan is...I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange...no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
"In its glorious days, Islam was not intolerant. It commanded the admiration of the world. When the West was sunk in darkness, a bright star rose in the Eastern firmament and gave light and comfort to a groaning world. Islam is not a false religion. Let Hindus study it reverently, and they will love it even as I do." - Gandhi