Mark Twain

A blog dedicated to Mark Twain, his works, and what he has inspired.

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Howdy, friends—Huckly here.

I put this message in the queue to run out on the day I leave to tell you this blog will be on hiatus for the summer.

Sorry about the inconvenience but feel free to browse around with the stuff that’s already posted.

“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”

—   Mark Twain, Innocents Abroad

“The fact is the human race is not only slow about borrowing valuable ideas—it sometimes persists in not borrowing them at all”

—   Mark Twain, “Some National Stupidities”

Mark Twain model Barlow pocket knife from the Dave Thomson collection

Mary gave him a bran-new “Barlow” knife worth twelve and a half cents; and the convulsion of delight that swept his system shook him to his foundations. True, the knife would not cut anything, but it was a “sure-enough” Barlow, and there was inconceivable grandeur in that - though where the Western boys ever got the idea that such a weapon could possibly be counterfeited to its injury, is an imposing mystery and will always remain so, perhaps.

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

“France has neither winter nor summer nor morals—apart from these drawbacks it is a fine country.”

—   Mark Twain’s Notebook

“Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to.”

—   Mark Twain, Following the Equator, Pudd’nhead Wilson’s New Calendar

“It is poison — rank poison to knuckle down to care and hardships. They must come to us all, albeit in different shapes — and we may not escape them — it is not possible — but we may swindle them out of half of their puissance with a stiff upper lip.”

—   Mark Twain, Letter to Will Bowen, 25 August 1866

“French are the connecting link between man & the monkey.”

—   Mark Twain, Notebook #18, Feb.- Sept. 1879

“We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess.”

—   Mark Twain’s Autobiography: More Maxims of Mark Johnson, 1927