The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
BRET HARTEThe only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
BRET HARTENever a lip is curved with pain that can’t be kissed into smiles again.
BRET HARTEThe dominant expression of a child is gravity.
BRET HARTEThiar ain’t no sense In gittin’ riled!
BRET HARTEIf, 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!’
BRET HARTEThe delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.
BRET HARTEThe creator who could put a cancer in a believer’s stomach is above being interfered with by prayers.
BRET HARTEYour voices break and falter in the darkness, Break, falter, and are still.
BRET HARTEEach lost day has its patron saint!
BRET HARTEIt may be broadly stated that…..of all animals kept for the recreation of mankind the horse is alone capable of exciting a passion that shall be absolutely hopeless.
BRET HARTECrude 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
BRET HARTELove 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!
BRET HARTEDon’t be too quickTo break bad habits: better stick,Like the Mission folk, to your arsenic.
BRET HARTEBut 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.
BRET HARTENever a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.
BRET HARTEOne big vice in a man is apt to keep out a great many smaller ones.
BRET HARTE