Death—and a violent death—for these poor unfortunates! The thought wrung Tom’s heart-strings. The spirit of compassion took control of him, to the exclusion of all other considerations; he never thought of the offended laws, or of the grief or loss which these three criminals had inflicted upon their victims, he could think of nothing but the scaffold and the grisly fate hanging over the heads of the condemned. His concern made him even forget, for the moment, that he was but the false shadow of a king, not the substance.

To the rest of the world the name of Henry VIII brought a shiver, and suggested an ogre whose nostrils breathed destruction and whose hand dealt scourgings and death; but to this boy the name brought only sensations of pleasure, the figure it invoked wore a countenance that was all gentleness and affection. He called to mind a long succession of loving passages between his father and himself, and dwelt fondly upon them, his unstinted tears attesting how deep and real was the grief that possessed his heart.

In a moment all the heavy sorrow and misery which sleep had banished were upon him again, and he realized that he was no longer a petted prince in a palace, with the adoring eyes of a nation upon him, but a pauper, an outcast, clothed in rags, prisoner in a den fit only for beasts, and consorting with beggars and thieves.

In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did not want him. On the same day another English child was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who did want him.

It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it could have happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old days; it maybe that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and credited it.

When I am come to mine own again, I will always honor little children, remembering how that these trusted me and believed me in my time of trouble; whilst they that were older, and thought themselves wiser, mocked at me and held me for a liar.

He is mad; but he is my son, and England’s heir; and, mad or sane, still shall reign!

Now were he impostor and called himself prince, look you that would be natural; that would be reasonable. But lived ever an impostor yet, who, being called prince by the king, prince by the court, prince by all, denied his dignity and pleaded against his exaltation? No! By the soul of St. Swithin, no! This is the true prince, gone mad.

To skip any one of the billion acts in Columbus’s chain would have wholly changed his life. I have examined his billion of possible careers, and in only one of them occurs the discovery of America.

Among you boys you have a game: you stand a row of bricks on end a few inches apart; you push a brick, it knocks its neighbor over, the neighbor knocks over the next brick–and so on till all the row is prostrate. That is human life.

We had taken his silence as a sort of encouragement; necessarily, then, this talk of his was a disappointment to us, for it showed we had made no impression upon him… we knew then how the missionary must feel when he has been cherishing a glad hope and has seen it blighted.

It gave an appalling idea of the value of an hour, and I thought I could never waste one again without remorse and terror.

Only the mad can be happy, and not many of those.

I said it was a brutal thing. No, it was a human thing. You should not insult the brutes by such a misuse of that word; they have not deserved it.

And always we had wars, and more wars, and still other wars–all over Europe, all over the world. Sometimes in the private interest of royal families, Satan said, ‘sometimes to crush a weak nation; but never a war started by the aggressor for any clean purpose–there is no such war in the history of the race.‘

You know that kind of quiver that trembles around through you when you are seeing something so strange and enchanting and wonderful that it is just a fearful joy to be alive and look at it.

Are you so unobservant as not to have found out that sanity and happiness are an impossible combination? No sane man can be happy, for to him life is real, and he sees what a fearful thing it is.

Foreordain it? No. The man’s circumstances and environment order it. His first act determines the second and all that follow after.

Every man will be glad of those conscience-soothing falsities, and will diligently study them, and refuse to examine any refutations of them; and thus he will by and by convince himself that the war is just, and will thank God for the better sleep he enjoys after this process of grotesque self-deception.

The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don’t want, drink what you don’t like and do what you’d rather not.

If you should rear a duck in the heart of the Sahara, no doubt it would swim if you brought it to the Nile.

Beautiful credit! The foundation of modern society. Who shall say that this is not the golden age of mutual trust, of unlimited reliance upon human promises.

A woman’s intuition is better than a man’s.

A woman will never do again what has been done before.

To the young American, here or elsewhere, the paths to fortune are innumerable and all open; There is invitation in the air and success in all his wide horizon.

I wasn’t worth a cent two years ago, and now I owe two millions of dollars.

Nobody knows anything, really, you know, and a woman can guess a good deal nearer than a man.

Unless you can get the ear of a Senator, or a Congressman, or a Chief of a Bureau or Department, and persuade him to use his ‘influence’ in your behalf, you cannot get an employment of the most trivial nature in Washington.

An ugly woman would ruin me, the disease would be sure to strike in and kill me at the sight of her. I think a pretty physician, with engaging manners, would coax a fellow to live through almost anything.

And one of the first and most startling things you find out is, that every individual you encounter in the City of Washington … from the highest bureau chief, clear down to the maid who scrubs Department halls, the night watchmen of the public buildings… represents Political Influence.

He has no traditions to bind him or guide him; and his impulse is to break away from the occupation his father has followed, and make a new way for himself.

Miss Alice is a great friend of Harry’s, who is always trying to build a house by beginning at the top.

Washington dreamed his way along the street, his fancy flitting from grain to hogs, from hogs to banks, from banks to eye-water, from eye-water to Tennessee Land, and lingering but a feverish moment upon each of these fascinations.

He brought us clear down to the ground, nearly. He’s an honest soul, and means the very best in the world, but I’m afraid, I’m afraid he’s too flighty.

No country can be well governed unless its citizens as a body keep religiously before their minds that they are the guardians of the law and that the law officers are only the machinery for its execution, nothing more

By and by Tom’s reading wrought such a strong effect upon him that he began to act the prince, unconsciously. His speech and manners became curiously ceremonious and courtly, to the vast admiration and amusement of his intimates. But Tom’s influence among these young people began to grow, now, day by day; and in time he came to be looked up to, by them, with a sort of wondering awe, as a superior being.

He lay down upon a sumptuous divan, and proceeded to instruct himself with honest zeal.

When I am king they shall not have bread and shelter only, but also teachings out of books, for a full belly is little worth where the mind is starved.

The law roasted her to death at a slow fire.

Yet little Tom was not unhappy. He had a hard time of it but did not know it. It was the sort of time that all the Offal Court boys had, therefore he supposed it was the correct and comfortable thing.

Yes, King Edward VI lived only a few years, poor boy, but he lived them worthily.

There warn’t anybody at the church, except maybe a hog or two, for there warn’t any lock on the door, and hogs likes a puncheon floor in summer-time because it’s cool. If you notice, most folks don’t go to church only when they’ve got to: but a hog is different.

A person’s conscience ain’t got no sense, and just goes for him anyway.

It’s the little things that smooths people’s roads the most.

Look here, if you’re telling the truth you needn’t be afraid–nobody’ll hurt you.

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

That’s just the way: a person does a low-down thing, and then he don’t want to take no consequences of it. Thinks as long as he can hide it, it ain’t no disgrace. That was my fix exactly.

I knowed very well why the words wouldn’t come. It was because my heart warn’t right; it was because I warn’t square; it was because I was playing double. I was letting on to give up sin, but away inside of me I was holding on to the biggest one of all.

I was mighty down-hearted; so I made up my mind I wouldn’t ever go anear that house again, because I reckoned I was to blame, somehow.

Then her conscience reproached her, and she yearned to say something kind and loving; but she judged that this would be construed into a confession that she had been in the wrong, and discipline forbade that. So she kept silence, and went about her affairs with a troubled heart.

But the elastic heart of youth cannot be compressed into one constrained shape long at a time. Tom presently began to drift insensibly back into the concerns of his life again. What if he turned his back, now, and disappeared mysteriously? He would join the Indians . . . He would be a pirate! That was it! Now his future lay plain before him, and glowing with unimaginable splendor.

There was not even a zephyr stirring; the dead noonday heat had even stilled the songs of the birds; nature lay in a trance that was broken by no sound but the occasional far-off hammering of a woodpecker, and this seemed to render the pervading silence and sense of loneliness the more profound. The boy’s soul was steeped in melancholy; his feelings were in happy accord with his surroundings

Saturday morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart . . . There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step. The locust trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air.

When in doubt, tell the truth.

Classic – a book which people praise and don’t read.

Nothing so needs reforming as other people’s habits.

You ought never to “sass” old people—unless they “sass” you first.

When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade, without further introduction.

Tom was a glittering hero once more—the pet of the old, the envy of the young. His name even went into immortal print, for the village paper magnified him. There were some that believed he would be President, yet, if he escaped hanging.

Tom told me what his plan was, and I see in a minute it was worth fifteen of mine for style, and would make Jim just as free a man as mine would, and maybe get us all killed besides. So I was satisfied, and said we would waltz in on it.

All right then, I’ll go to hell.

All kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.

I don’t want no better book than what your face is.

He was sunshine most always-I mean he made it seem like good weather.

The average man don’t like trouble and danger.

You can’t pray a lie – I found that out.

I do not wish any reward but to know I have done the right thing.

I couldn’t bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn’t think about nothing else.

Explosive and was expected to blow him up.

Five and twenty sturdy budges, bulks, files, clapperdogeons and maunders, counting the dells and doxies and other morts. Most are here, the rest are wandering eastward, along the winter lay. We follow at dawn.

The world is made wrong; kings should go to school to their own laws, at times, and so learn mercy.

And when he awoke in the morning and looked upon the wretchedness about him, his dream had had its usual effect: it had intensified the sordidness of his surroundings a thousandfold.

Foo-foo the First, King of the Mooncalves!

Let us change the tense for convenience.

What God wills, will happen; thou canst not hurry it, thou canst not alter it; therefore wait, and be patient.

It does us all good to unbend sometimes.

Learning softeneth the heart and breedeth gentleness and charity.

What dost thou know of suffering and oppression? I and my people know, but not thou.

Loose him and forbear!

That which I have seen, in that little moment, will never go out from my memory, but will abide there; and I shall see it all the days, and dream of it all the nights, till I die. Would God I had been blind!

By and by Tom’s reading wrought such a strong effect upon him that he began to act the prince, unconsciously. His speech and manners became curiously ceremonious and courtly, to the vast admiration and amusement of his intimates. But Tom’s influence among these young people began to grow, now, day by day; and in time he came to be looked up to, by them, with a sort of wondering awe, as a superior being.

But when weariness finally forced him to be silent, he was no longer of use to his tormentors, and they sought amusement elsewhere.

Kings cannot ennoble thee, thou good, great soul, for One who is higher than kings hath done that for thee; but a king can confirm thy nobility to men.

But hunger is pride’s master.

I am not in the humor for it.

Adam and Eve entered the world naked and unashamed –naked and pure-minded; and no descendant of theirs has ever entered it otherwise. All have entered it naked, unashamed, and clean in mind. They have entered it modest.

Human history in all ages is red with blood, and bitter with hate, and stained with cruelties; but not since Biblical times have these features been without a limit of some kind.

It is curious — the way the human mind works. The Christian begins with this straight proposition, this definite proposition, this inflexible and uncompromising proposition: God is allknowing, and all-powerful.

He is a marvel — man is! I would I knew who invented him.

Man is an experiment, the other animals are another experiment. Time will show whether they were worth the trouble.

Life was not a valuable gift, but death was. […] Death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.

Many men pray, not many of them like to do it. A few pray long, the others make a short cut.