Comments on: Mark Twain Quotes

By: Paul Sprangers

Paul Sprangers — Wed, 31 May 2023 13:16:03 +0000

About the authorship of the works of Shakespeare: “After extensive research, I have discovered that the works of William Shakespeare were indeed written by someone else, who, however, also happens to be called William Shakespeare.”
I’ve read that somewhere once, but I can’t find it now. So, perhaps it’s not true. But still very funny.

By: Roy laing

Roy laing — Thu, 30 Mar 2023 19:42:29 +0000

I heard the story that Mark Twain was clipping his hedge because his wife had asked when a by passer commented about his good work, he asked how much the owner paid for him to clip the hedge? Mark Twain responded that the lady of the house does not pay anything, but I do get to sleep with owner from time to time

By: James Huffman

James Huffman — Sun, 10 Apr 2022 21:04:27 +0000

What did Mark Twain say about youth…I keep thinking it was something like; “Oh how fast the feet of youth pass us by.”, however, I am uncertain if he ever even said anything like that, for fear that I may have confused it with someone else, as well as, it not being verbatim to boot. Might someone enlighten me on this?

By: Greer

Greer — Thu, 31 Dec 2020 13:49:59 +0000

“Never let schooling get in the way of your education” my personal favourite and mantra

By: John

John — Wed, 30 Dec 2020 10:20:54 +0000

In reply to Chevalier.

Of course not – that was Oscar Wilde. Thanks for the prompt – just fixed it

By: Chevalier

Chevalier — Tue, 29 Dec 2020 23:41:54 +0000

‘We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars’ is not a Mark Twain quotation…

By: David

David — Sat, 28 Mar 2020 23:16:22 +0000

In my humble opinion Mark Twain was one of THE great minds of the late nineteenth-early twentieth century in the United States: humorous and irascible. His primary home (for lack of a better way to put it) in Farmington, just outside Hartford, capital of the state of Connecticut, so very much reflects his personality. One can tour it only with a guide who is invariably well versed in the man. (A short distance away, no more than a five-minute walk, is the home of Harriet Beecher Stowe, American abolitionist and writer of ‘Uncle Tom’s Cabin’; his home gets five times as many visitors as hers.) He was popular—an incredibly popular writer. A new book of his would sell its first printing of 100,000 copies virtually overnight—while at the same time a novel of Henry James might sell 5,000. He felt he could write better and/or more easily in the presence of cats, but because he had several homes, he felt it would be unfair to own a cat (though in truth cats own you…). His solution? He would RENT cars from neighborhood children, and that way, he did not feel the guilt of abandoning them when going from one home to another. But there was another side to him—the death of his favorite young daughter Suzy, from which he never fully recovered; the failure of every business venture in which he was involved; the necessity of his lengthy travels lecturing when he longed to be at home stemming from debts from business failures; ultimately writing his final piece, ‘The Mysterious Stranger, reflecting, some say, his readiness to die. For such a humorist to have had such a sad, even tragic life seems unfathomable, and yet here he is….