What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial. Thomas Hood More Quotes by Thomas Hood More Quotes From Thomas Hood No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November! Thomas Hood butterfly flower fall There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty. Thomas Hood clamor novelty three When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant! Thomas Hood apples men firsts Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine! Thomas Hood valentines-day love art Coquetry is the champagne of love. Thomas Hood coquette champagne coquetry Peace and rest at length have come, Thomas Hood home heart peace Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther. Thomas Hood brass wire mind I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence. Thomas Hood autumn fog fall And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, And been bow'd to the earth by its fury; To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury - Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime, The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen. Thomas Hood holiday new-year regret O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head. Thomas Hood insomnia sleep heaven I remember, I remember, Thomas Hood house sun littles Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping. Thomas Hood horse fear inspirational I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything. Thomas Hood optimism long looks Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions. Thomas Hood most-romantic dream fiction When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive? Thomas Hood teamwork inspirational life How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! Thomas Hood autumn summer sky I remember, I remember Thomas Hood flower brother birthday To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind. Thomas Hood conceited wind people Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime. Thomas Hood icy frost artist So mayst thou live, dear! many years, Thomas Hood bliss birthday years
