Mark Twain Way Quotations

How far we travel in life matters far less than those we meet along the way.

I am the entire human race compacted together. I have found that there is no ingredient of the race which I do not possess in either a small way or a large way.

If God had meant for us to be naked, we'd have been born that way.

I respect a man who knows how to spell a word more than one way.

Yes, even I am dishonest. Not in many ways, but in some. Forty-one, I think it is.

Had double chins all the way down to his stomach.

It is strange the way the ignorant and inexperienced so often and so undeservedly succeed when the informed and the experienced fail.

Often the surest way to convey misinformation is to tell the strict truth.

That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don’t know nothing about it.

Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

There ain't no way to find out why a snorer can't hear himself snore.

All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they're a mighty ornery lot. It's the way they're raised.

You should never trust a man who has only one way to spell a word.

Never let formal education get in the way of your learning.

That is the way we are made: we don't reason, where we feel; we just feel.

School gets in the way of my learning.

He [George Washington Cable] has taught me to abhor and detest the Sabbath day and hunt up new and troublesome ways to dishonor it.

There are those who imagine that the unlucky accidents of life—life's "experiences"—are in some way useful to us. I wish I could find out how. I never know one of them to happen twice. They always change off and swap around and catch you on your inexperienced side.

I am admonished in many ways that time is pushing me inexorably along. I am approaching the threshold of age; in 1977 I shall be 142. This is no time to be flitting about the earth. I must cease from the activities proper to youth and begin to take on the dignities and gravities and inertia proper to that season of honorable senility which is on its way.

There isn't any way to libel the human race.

I persuaded him to throw the dirk away; and it was as easy as persuading a child to give up some bright fresh new way of killing itself.

I like criticism, but it must be my way.

We are all beggars, each in his own way.

I'm the only person who has ever found the right way to build an autobiography.

Wherein lies a poet's claim to originality? That he invents his incidents? No. That he was present when his episodes had their birth? No. That he was first to repeat them? No. None of these things has any value. He confers on them their only originality that has any value, and that is his way of telling them.