The Innocents Abroad — Volume 01
1869
The Innocents Abroad, published in 1869 by Mark Twain, is a travel narrative detailing his experiences during a 1867 excursion through Europe and the Holy Land aboard the Quaker City. The book offers a humorous and satirical perspective on the cultures, landmarks, and people Twain encounters, capturing the excitement and naivety of American travelers. Notably, it became Twain's best-selling work during his lifetime and remains one of the most popular travel books ever published.
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“In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.””
— Mark Twain
“Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things can not be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.””
— Mark Twain
“The gentle reader will never, never know what a consummate ass he can become until he goes abroad. I speak now, of course, in the supposition that the gentle reader has not been abroad, and therefore is not already a consummate ass. If the case be otherwise, I beg his pardon and extend to him the cordial hand of fellowship and call him brother. I shall always delight to meet an ass after my own heart when I have finished my travels.””
— Mark Twain
“One must travel, to learn. Every day, now, old Scriptural phrases that never possessed any significance for me before, take to themselves a meaning.””
— Mark Twain
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.””
— Mark Twain
“Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.””
— Mark Twain
“She kept up her compliments, and I kept up my determination to deserve them or die.””
— Mark Twain
“As far as I can see, Italy, for fifteen hundred years, has turned all her energies, all her finances, and all her industry to the building up of a vast array of wonderful church edifices, and starving half her citizens to accomplish it. She is today one vast museum of magnificence and misery. All the churches in an ordinary American city put together could hardly buy the jeweled frippery in one of her hundred cathedrals. And for every beggar in America, Italy can show a hundred - and rags and vermin to match. It is the wretchedest, princeliest land on earth. Look at the grande Doumo of Florence - a vast pile that has been sapping the purses of her citizens for five hundred years, and is not nearly finished yet. Like all other men, I fell down and worshiped it, but when the filthy beggars swarmed around me the contrast was too striking, too suggestive, and I said. "Oh, sons of classic Italy, is the spirit of enterprise, of self-reliance, of noble endeavor, utterly dead within ye? Curse your indolent worthlessness, why don't you rob your church?””
— Mark Twain
“We wish to learn all the curious, outlandish ways of all the different countries, so that we can "show off" and astonish people when we get home. We wish to excite the envy of our untraveled friends with our strange foreign fashions which we can't shake off.””
— Mark Twain
