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 Harte
The most grateful Bret Harte quotes that may be undiscovered and unusual
A bird in the hand is a certainty, but a bird in the bush may sing.
Don't be too quickTo break bad habits: better stick,Like the Mission folk, to your arsenic.
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being interfered with by prayers.
Perhaps there is no gift of nature that requires as little exertion on the part of the owner as personal beauty. I am not certain but that it is this very absence of effort which excites our admiration.
The dominant expression of a child is gravity.
Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.
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.
It 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.
When folks find I ain't afeard to speak my mind on their affairs, they kinder guess I'm tellin' the truth about my own.
It would seem evident, therefore, that the secret of the American short story was the treatment of characteristic American life, with absolute knowledge of its peculiarities and sympathy with its method.
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.
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!
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
Nobody shoulders a rifle in defense of a boarding house.
And then, for an old man like me, it's not exactly right,This kind o' playing soldier with no enemy in sight.
For the glory born of Goodness Never dies, And its flag is not half-masted In the skies.
Each lost day has its patron saint!
Howbeit, though no scholar, I am not one of those who misuse the English speech, and, being foolishly led by the hasty custom of scriveners and printers to write the letters "T" and "H" joined together, which resembleth a "Y," do incontinently jump to the conclusion the THE is pronounced "Ye,"--the like of which I never heard in all England.
One big vice in a man is apt to keep out a great many smaller ones.
There is peace in the swamp, though the quiet is Death
Your voices break and falter in the darkness, Break, falter, and are still.
Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands, And of armèd men the hum;
Lo, a nation's hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum Saying, Come, Freemen, Come! Ere your heritage be wasted, Said the quick alarming drum.
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
But, when the goddess' work is done,The woman's still remains.
Thiar ain't no sense In gittin' riled!
Besides writing, I have been teaching myself to 'develop' my own photographic plates, and I haven't a stick of clothing or an exposed finger that isn't stained. I sit for hours in a dark-room feeling as if I were a very elderly Faust at some dreadful incantation, and come out of it, blinding at the light, like a Bastille prisoner. And yet I am not successful!