There is peace in the swamp, though the quiet is Death Bret Harte More Quotes by Bret Harte More Quotes From Bret Harte A bird in the hand is a certainty, but a bird in the bush may sing. Bret Harte bird inspirational hands The only sure thing about luck is that it will change. Bret Harte money leadership sports The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being Bret Harte cancer prayer god 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. Bret Harte admiration effort littles 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! Bret Harte successful teaching writing Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again. Bret Harte smile pain life The dominant expression of a child is gravity. Bret Harte childhood expression children Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry. Bret Harte tears eye patience For the glory born of Goodness Never dies, And its flag is not half-masted In the skies. Bret Harte flags half sky 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 tongue ought might 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. Bret Harte horse passion animal Each lost day has its patron saint! Bret Harte patron saint lost Nobody shoulders a rifle in defense of a boarding house. Bret Harte rifles defense house But still when the mists of doubt prevail, Bret Harte drawing lying children 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. Bret Harte arms heritage men Thiar ain't no sense In gittin' riled! Bret Harte Your voices break and falter in the darkness, Break, falter, and are still. Bret Harte bells voice darkness 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. Bret Harte characteristics secret stories Don't be too quickTo break bad habits: better stick,Like the Mission folk, to your arsenic. Bret Harte arsenic habit sticks 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. Bret Harte honesty speak mind
