💬 Quotes

"A person that ups and tells the truth when he is in a tight place is a fool."

"Tom Sawyer was always that way; he liked to do things in style, and he liked to spring a surprise."

"I've knowed a many a smart man, but the peartest and sharpest and most uncommonest sassyest and slickest mister I ever run across was Aunt Sally."

"It was a mighty slim chance, but I didn't care; I'd played for slim chances before, and won 'em."

"Truth is stranger than fiction, because we have to stick to the possibilities in fiction; that's all I reckon."

"Well, it was a curious scrape, and I didn't see no good way out of it."

"It is the prerogative of kings to be ungrateful, but it is the duty of gentlemen to be faithful."

"We are growing old, Athos; our legs are stiff, our arms are heavy, and the time of illusions has passed."

"A man is never completely miserable so long as he still has a friend who understands him."

"God has his own ways of bringing about justice, and often uses the very instruments of crime to punish the criminals."

"Politics are like a game of chess: every piece has its movement, its value, and its risk."

"All for one, one for all—that was our oath, and by heaven, we have kept it through blood and tears."

"Architecture is the great book of humanity, the chief expression of man in his various stages of development."

"The book will kill the edifice; printing will kill architecture."

"Notre Dame is still, no doubt, a majestic and sublime edifice, but it is no longer the same pile which rose in the pristine majesty of its youth."

"In this majestic pile, every stone is a page in the history of the Middle Ages, recording the faith, the aspirations, and the fears of our ancestors."

"Victor Hugo has peopled these ancient aisles with creations so vivid that we almost forget the actual history of the stones themselves."

"To understand the medieval mind, one must study not merely its chronicles, but the towering spires and grotesque gargoyles that sprang from its imagination."

"At the age of nine the small boy threw stones readily, effectively, and with skill. His mind had been amazed by the experiences of his infancy. He had sat upon the curbstone and cried during his total periods of deprivation."

"The babe, Tommie, died. He went away in an insignificant coffin, that was borne in a cart. The mother sat weeping and staggering on a little chair, and said that the high heavens were pitiless."