Tag Archives: Mark Twain

163 Years and Counting

“The Senate is now composed of a different material from what it once was. Its glory hath departed. Its halls no longer echo the words of a Clay, or Webster, or Calhoun . . . the void is felt.”

—-Mark Twain, February 1854.

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April 21, 1910: R.I.P. SLC

Some things “can’t ever be said. And besides, they would require a library–& a pen warmed-up in hell.”

—Mark Twain to W.D. Howells