For the world was changing, and sweetness was gone, and virtue too. Worry had crept on a corroding world, and what was lost- good manners, ease and beauty? Ladies were not ladies anymore, and you couldn't trust a gentleman's word.

Let's enjoy the beautiful things we can see, my dear, and not think about those we cannot.

An intellectual holds too many questions unanswered in his mind. To him every minute detail matters.

Yes, I am of old family, and not illiterate. I am a fossil."   "A which?"   "Fossil. The first horses were fossils. They date back two million years.

Written By Mark Twain

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