The thing one reads and likes, and then forgets, is of no account. The thing that stays, and haunts one, and refuses to be forgotten, that is the sincere thing. Thomas Bailey Aldrich More Quotes by Thomas Bailey Aldrich More Quotes From Thomas Bailey Aldrich To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent that is to triumph over old age. Thomas Bailey Aldrich hope heart birthday They fail, and they alone, who have not striven. Thomas Bailey Aldrich failure fear inspirational What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air. Thomas Bailey Aldrich beauty sympathy love The fanatic has the courage of his conviction and the intolerance of his courage. He is opposed to the death penalty for murder, but he would willingly have anyone electrocuted who disagreed with him on the subject. Thomas Bailey Aldrich death-penalty intolerance murder True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation. Thomas Bailey Aldrich generosity giving art A man is known by the company his mind keeps. Thomas Bailey Aldrich company mind men Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays.... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms. Thomas Bailey Aldrich memorial-day uplifting beautiful I like to have a thing suggested rather than told in full. When every detail is given, the mind rests satisfied, and the imagination loses the desire to use its own wings. Thomas Bailey Aldrich imagination mind wings Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades. Thomas Bailey Aldrich skins inspirational civilization O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well to leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of Fate, lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel stay those who to thy sacred portals come to waste the gifts of Freedom. Thomas Bailey Aldrich fate hurt children What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round. Thomas Bailey Aldrich summer spring fall What is slang in one age sometimes goes into the vocabulary of the purist in the next. Thomas Bailey Aldrich next vocabulary age Those forms we fancy shadows, those strange lights That flash on dank morasses, the quick wind That smites us by the roadside—are the Night's Innumerable children. Unconfined By shroud or coffin, disembodied souls, Uneasy spirits, steal into the air From festering graveyards when the curfew tolls At the day's death... And wheresoever murders have been done, In stately palaces or lonesome woods, Where'er a soul has sold itself and lost Its high inheritance, there, hovering, broods Some sad, invisible, accurséd Ghost! Thomas Bailey Aldrich light night children The ring of a false coin is not more recognizable than that of a rhyme setting forth a false sorrow. Thomas Bailey Aldrich coins sorrow hypocrisy The walking delegates of a higher civilization, who have nothing to divide, look upon the notion of property as a purely artificial creation of human society. According to these advanced philosophers, the time will come when no man shall be allowed to call anything his. The beneficent law which takes away an author's rights in his own books just at the period when old age is creeping upon him seems to me a handsome stride toward the longed-for millennium. Thomas Bailey Aldrich rights men book Shakespeare is forever coming into our affairs -- putting in his oar, so to speak -- with some pat word or sentence. Thomas Bailey Aldrich affair speak forever Everyone has a bookplate these days, and the collectors are after it. The fool and his bookplate are soon parted. To distribute one's ex libris is inanely to destroy the only significance it has, that of indicating the past or present ownership of the volume in which it is placed. Thomas Bailey Aldrich ownership fool past O Liberty...! is it well To leave the gates unguarded? Thomas Bailey Aldrich wells liberty freedom How fugitive and brief is mortal life between the budding and the falling leaf. Thomas Bailey Aldrich leafs life fall Great orators who are not also great writers become very indistinct shadows to the generations following them. The spell vanishes with the voice. Thomas Bailey Aldrich generations shadow voice
