The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.
BRET HARTEWhich 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.
More Bret Harte Quotes
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One big vice in a man is apt to keep out a great many smaller ones.
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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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Never a lip is curved with pain that can’t be kissed into smiles again.
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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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Don’t be too quickTo break bad habits: better stick,Like the Mission folk, to your arsenic.
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Your voices break and falter in the darkness, Break, falter, and are still.
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The dominant expression of a child is gravity.
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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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Thiar ain’t no sense In gittin’ riled!
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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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The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
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Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.
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Each lost day has its patron saint!
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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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The creator who could put a cancer in a believer’s stomach is above being interfered with by prayers.
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