There is a sumptuous variety about the New England weather... In the spring I have counted one hundred and twenty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours.

There is no character, howsoever good and fine, but it can be destroyed by ridicule, howsoever poor and witless.

There is no God, no universe, no humanrace, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought —a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlornamong the empty eternities!

There is no other life; life itself is only a vision and a dream for nothing exists but space and you. If there was an all-powerful God, he would have made all good, and no bad.

There is no sadder sight than a young pessimist, except an old optimist.

There is no security in life, only opportunity.

There is no such thing as “the Queen’s English.” The property has gone into the hands of a joint stock company and we own the bulk of the shares!

There is nothing in the world like a persuasive speech to fuddle the mental apparatus.

There is nothing like instances to grow hair on a bald-headed argument.

There is nothing so annoying as a good example!!