Samuel Clemens
@marktwa.in
I speak from the grave rather than with my living tongue for a good reason: I can speak thence freely.
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Samuel Clemens
@marktwa.in
· Dec 21
I can understand perfectly how the report of my illness got about, I have even heard on good authority that I was dead. A cousin of mine, was seriously ill two or three weeks ago in London, but is well now. The report of my illness grew out of his illness. The report of my death was an exaggeration.
I have no modesty, and would as soon write an emperor as to anybody else.
June 10, 2025 at 6:19 AM
I have no modesty, and would as soon write an emperor as to anybody else.
The rumor that I buried a dead aunt under my grapevine was correct. The vine needed fertilizing, my aunt had to be buried, and I dedicated her to this high purpose. Does that unfit me for the Presidency?
February 28, 2025 at 10:21 PM
The rumor that I buried a dead aunt under my grapevine was correct. The vine needed fertilizing, my aunt had to be buried, and I dedicated her to this high purpose. Does that unfit me for the Presidency?
“His eyebrows were very thick and bushy. His dress was careless, and his general manner was one of supreme indifference to surroundings and circumstance.”
January 20, 2025 at 5:56 AM
“His eyebrows were very thick and bushy. His dress was careless, and his general manner was one of supreme indifference to surroundings and circumstance.”
And another thing: I've noticed a good deal, and there's no bird, or cow, or anything that uses as good grammar as a bluejay.
December 21, 2024 at 3:04 PM
And another thing: I've noticed a good deal, and there's no bird, or cow, or anything that uses as good grammar as a bluejay.
There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a Dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And You are but a Thought — a vagrant Thought, a useless Thought, a homeless Thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities.
December 21, 2024 at 3:01 PM
There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a Dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And You are but a Thought — a vagrant Thought, a useless Thought, a homeless Thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities.
Only laughter can blow a colossal humbug to rags and atoms at a blast.
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
December 21, 2024 at 3:00 PM
Only laughter can blow a colossal humbug to rags and atoms at a blast.
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
There has never been a just one, never an honorable one — on the part of the instigator of the war. I can see a million years ahead, and this rule will never change in so many as half a dozen instances. The loud little handful — as usual — will shout for the war.
December 21, 2024 at 3:00 PM
There has never been a just one, never an honorable one — on the part of the instigator of the war. I can see a million years ahead, and this rule will never change in so many as half a dozen instances. The loud little handful — as usual — will shout for the war.
I can understand perfectly how the report of my illness got about, I have even heard on good authority that I was dead. A cousin of mine, was seriously ill two or three weeks ago in London, but is well now. The report of my illness grew out of his illness. The report of my death was an exaggeration.
December 21, 2024 at 2:44 PM
I can understand perfectly how the report of my illness got about, I have even heard on good authority that I was dead. A cousin of mine, was seriously ill two or three weeks ago in London, but is well now. The report of my illness grew out of his illness. The report of my death was an exaggeration.