The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.
Thiar ain't no sense In gittin' riled! - Bret Harte
Thiar ain't no sense In gittin' riled!
- Bret Harte
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!' - Bret Harte
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!'
The dominant expression of a child is gravity. - Bret Harte
The dominant expression of a child is gravity.
There is peace in the swamp, though the quiet is Death - Bret Harte
There is peace in the swamp, though the quiet is Death
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change. - Bret Harte
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
For the glory born of Goodness Never dies, And its flag is not half-masted In the skies. - Bret Harte
For the glory born of Goodness Never dies, And its flag is not half-masted In the skies.
Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry. - Bret Harte
Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.
Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again. - Bret Harte
Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.
The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being interfered with by prayers. - Bret Harte
The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being interfered with by prayers.
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