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Which I wish to remark– And my language is plain,– That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar.

Bret Harte

The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.
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Air Expression Speech
One big vice in a man is apt to keep out a great many smaller ones.
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Big Great Men Vices
Crude at first [the short story] received a literary polish in the press, but its dominant quality remained. It was concise and condense, yet suggestive. It was delightfully extravagant – or a miracle of understatement
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Miracle Quality Stories
Never a lip is curved with pain that can’t be kissed into smiles again.
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Life Pain Smile
Love differs from all the other contagious diseases: the last time a man is exposed to it, he takes it most readily, and has it the worst!
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Disease Love Men
Don’t be too quickTo break bad habits: better stick,Like the Mission folk, to your arsenic.
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Arsenic Habit Sticks
Your voices break and falter in the darkness, Break, falter, and are still.
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Bells Darkness Voice
The dominant expression of a child is gravity.
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Childhood Children Expression
Which I wish to remark– And my language is plain,– That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar.
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Dark Deceit Wish
Thiar ain’t no sense In gittin’ riled!
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Country People Sense
If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,’ More sad are these we daily see: ‘It is, but hadn’t ought to be!’
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might Ought Tongue
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
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Leadership Money Sports
Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.
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Eye Patience Tears
Each lost day has its patron saint!
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Lost Patron Saint
But still when the mists of doubt prevail, And we lie becalmed by the shores of age, We hear from the misty troubled shore The voce of children gone before. Drawing the soul to its anchorage.
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Children Drawing Lying
The creator who could put a cancer in a believer’s stomach is above being interfered with by prayers.
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Cancer God Prayer

Which I wish to remark– And my language is plain,– That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar.

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Which I wish to remark– And my language is plain,– That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar.

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