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  • To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent - that is to triumph over old age.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away, And in a dream as in a fairy bark Drift on and on through the enchanted dark To purple daybreak - little thought we pay.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • The ocean moans over dead men's bones.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)


  • We weep when we are born, Not when we die.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • Gracious to all, to none subservient, without offense he spoke the word he meant.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • A man is known by the company his mind keeps.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • There must be such a thing as a child with average ability, but you can't find a parent who will admit that it is his child.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • Books that have become classics - books that have had their day and now get more praise than perusal - always remind me of retired colonels and majors and captains who, having reached the age limit, find themselves retired on half pay.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • 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)

  • We vivisect the nightingale To probe the secret of his note.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)

  • The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born.
    (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)


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