High and fine literature is wine, and mine is only water; but everybody likes water. — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
The water is clearer than the air, and the air is the air that angels breathe. — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
My books are water; those of great geniuses are wine everybody drinks water. — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
“My books are water; those of the great geniuses is wine. Everybody drinks water.” — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Until I came to New Mexico, I never realized how much beauty water adds to a river. — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
The devil's aversion to holy water is a light matter compared with a despots dread of a newspaper that laughs. — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
“My works are like water. The works of the great masters are like wine. But everyone drinks water. - From Mark Twain's… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
My books are like water; those of the great geniuses are wine. (Fortunately) everybody drinks water. — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Time and tide wait for no man. A pompous and self-satisfied proverb, and was true for a billion years; but in our… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
When the Lord finished the world, he pronounced it good. That is what I said about my first work, too. But Time,… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and maybe a galoot on it chopping. . . you'd see the… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
You believe in a book that has talking animals, wizards, witches, demons, sticks turning into snakes, burning bushes, food falling from the… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
But the people cannot have wells, and so they take rain-water. Neither can they conveniently have cellars or graves, the town being… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
The face of the water, in time, became a wonderful book- a book that was a dead language to the uneducated passenger,… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Water is an individual, an animal, and is alive, remove the hydrogen and it is an animal and is alive; the remaining… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Now when I had mastered the language of this water, and had come to know every trifling feature that bordered the great… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
God made all the animals in a single day; he could have swept them all away in the flood and re-created them… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
For instance, take this sample: he has imagined a heaven, and has left entirely out of it the supremest of all his… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Sing like no one's listening, love like you've never been hurt, dance like nobody's watching, and live like its heaven on earth. — Mark Twain Copy Share
If you had made the acquiring of ignorance the study of your life, you could not have graduated with higher honor than you could… — Mark Twain Copy Share
“The Creator sat upon the throne, thinking. Behind him stretched the illimitable continent of heaven, steeped in a glory of light and color; before… — Mark Twain Copy Share
A man accustomed to American food and American domestic cookery would not starve to death suddenly in Europe, but I think he would gradually… — Mark Twain Copy Share
I never write Metropolis for seven cents because I can get the same price for city. I never write policeman because I can get… — Mark Twain Copy Share
The higher animals get their teeth without pain or inconvenience. Man gets his through months and months of cruel torture; he will never get… — Mark Twain Copy Share
“As far as I can see, Italy, for fifteen hundred years, has turned all her energies, all her finances, and all her industry to… — Mark Twain Copy Share
Many public-school children seem to know only two dates—1492 and 4th of July; and as a rule they don't know what happened on either… — Mark Twain Copy Share
If we could imagine such a man, that is a man who could invent the fly and send him out on his mission and… — Mark Twain Copy Share
You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly… — Mark Twain Copy Share
Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms. — Mark Twain Copy Share
