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Everything I Ever Needed To Know I Learned From Tom Sawyer

Mark Twain – Part 2 (of 2)

Praise God from whom all blessings flow – Sing! – and put your hearts into it! *** A body does just the same in a dream as he’d do if he was awake. *** I’m thankful to the good God and Father of us all I’ve go you back, that’s long suffering and merciful to them that believe on him and keep his word, though goodness knows I’m unworthy of it, but if only the worthy one got His blessings and had His hand to help them over the rough places, there’s few enough would smile here or ever enter into his rest when the long night comes. *** His mood always determined his manner. *** What a curious kind of a fool a girl is. *** No matter what the subject might be, a brain-racking effort was made to squirm it into some aspect or other that the moral and religious mind could contemplate with edification. *** There is no school at all in our land where the young ladies do not feel obliged to close their compositions with a sermon and you will find that the sermon of the most frivolous and the least religious girl the school is always the longest and the most relentlessly pious. *** Homely truth is unpalatable. *** There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy’s life when he as a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure. *** She would do her best by him, because, whether he was good, bad, or indifferent, he was the Lord’s and nothing that was the Lord’s was a thing to be neglected. *** You can depend on it. That’s the Lord’s mark. He don’t leave it off. He never does. Put’s it somewhere on every creature that comes from His hands. *** For a little while, hope made a show of reviving-not with any reason to back it, but only because it is its nature to revive when the spring has not been taken out of it by age and familiarity with failure. *** He had scooped a shallow hollow to catch the precious drop that fell once in every three minutes with the dreary regularity of a clock tick—a dessert-spoonful once in four and twenty hours. That drop was falling when the Pyramids were new; when Troy fell; when the foundations of Rome were laid; when Christ was crucified; when the Conqueror created the British Empire; when Columbus sailed; when the massacre at
Lexington was ‘news.’ It is falling now; it will still be falling when all these things shall have sunk down the afternoon of history and the twilight of tradition and been swallowed up in the thick night of oblivious. Has everything a purpose and a mission? Did this drop fall patiently during five thousand years to be read for this flitting human insect’s need? And has it another important object to accomplish ten thousand years to come? No matter. *** If he had been Satan himself there would have been plenty of weaklings ready to scribble their names to a pardon petition, and drip a tear on it from the permanently impaired and leaky waterworks. *** The boys in this town will take more trouble and fool away more time hunting up six bits worth of old iron to sell to the foundry than they would to make twice the money at regular work. But that’s human nature. *** Being rich ain’t what it’s cracked up to be. It’s just worry and worry and sweat and sweat and a-wishing you was dead all the time. *** When one writes a novel about grown people, he knows exactly where to stop—that is, with a marriage; but when he writes of juveniles, he must stop where he best can.  *** We will leave them to smoke and chatter and brag, since we have no further use for them at present.

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