Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
Thomas Hood Quotes
I don’t set up for being a cosmopolite, which to any mind signifies being polite to every country except your own.
The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, Novelty, novelty, novelty.
Frost is the greatest artist in our clime – He paints in nature and describes in rime.
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread – Stitch! Stitch! Stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt. She sang the Song of the Shirt.
Alas for the rarity of Christian charity under the sun!
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
When Eve upon the first of men – The apple pressed with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then – That Adam was not Adamant!