I have been reading the morning paper.
I do it every morning--knowing well that I shall find in it the usual depravities
and basenesses and hypocrisies and cruelties that make up civilization,
and cause me to put in the rest of the day pleading for the damnation of
the human race. I cannot seem to get my prayers answered, yet I do not despair. - Letter to William Dean Howells, 2 April 1899 |
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The symbol of the race ought to be a human
being carrying an ax, for every human being has one concealed about him
somewhere, and is always seeking the opportunity to grind it. - Mark Twain, a Biography |
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Why was the human race created? Or at least why wasn't something creditable
created in place of it? God had His opportunity; He could have made a
reputation. But no, He must commit this grotesque folly -- a lark which
must have cost him a regret or two when He came to think it over &
observe effects. As to the human race. There are many pretty and winning things about
the human race. It is perhaps the poorest of all the inventions of all
the gods but it has never suspected it once. There is nothing prettier
than its naive and complacent appreciation of itself. It comes out frankly
and proclaims without bashfulness or any sign of a blush that it is the
noblest work of God. It has had a billion opportunities to know better,
but all signs fail with this ass. I could say harsh things about it but
I cannot bring myself to do it -- it is like hitting a child. What a man sees in the human race is merely himself in the deep and honest
privacy of his own heart. Byron despised the race because he despised
himself. I feel as Byron did, and for the same reason. In a book by Charles Darwin, Mark Twain had written: "Can any plausible
excuse be furnished for the crime of creating the human race?" I have damaged my intellect trying to imagine why a man should want to
invent a repeating clock, and how another man could be found to lust after
it and buy it. The man who can guess these riddles is far on the way to
guess why the human race was invented -- which is another riddle which
tires me. That noble race which was made out of the excrement of the angels. If
God has any sense of humor, He -- but no, He hasn't. He can make
ridiculous things, up to the best of us, but He doesn't know they
are ridiculous. You can never find a Christian who has acquired this valuable knowledge,
this saving knowledge, by any process but the everlasting and all-sufficient
"people say." In all my seventy-two years and a half I have
never come across such another ass as this human race is. |
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