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Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Aging category:
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent – that is to triumph over old age. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Books category:
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)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Boredom category:
The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Change category:
What is lovely never dies, / But passes into other loveliness / Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Children category:
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)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Drunkenness category:
If my best wines mislike thy taste, / And my best service win thy frown, / Then tarry not, I bid thee haste; / There's many another Inn in town. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Failure category:
They fail, and they alone, who have not striven. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Fantasy category:
Upon the cunning loom of thought / We weave our fancies, so and so. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Fire category:
What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Friendship category:
When friends are at your hearthside met, / Sweet courtesy has done its most / If you have made each guest forget / That he himself is not the host. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Joy category:
I am perplext, and often stricken mute. / Wondering which attained the higher bliss, / The wing'd insect, or the chrysalis / It thrust aside with unreluctant foot. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Language category:
True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Loneliness category:
Only the sea intoning, / Only the wainscot-mouse, / Only the wild wind moaning / Over the lonely house. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Nature category:
These Winter nights against my window-pane / Nature with busy pencil draws designs / Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, / Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, / Which she will make when summer comes again-- / Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, / Like curious Chinese etchings. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Originality category:
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)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Possessions category:
When I behold what pleasure is Pursuit, / What life, what glorious eagerness it is, / Then mark how full Possession falls from this, / How fairer seems the blossom than the fruit... (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Simplicity category:
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)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Sleep category:
What probing deep / Has ever solved the mystery of sleep? (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Thought category:
A man is known by the company his mind keeps. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich - From the Windows category:
So I sit there kicked my heels, thinking about New Orleans, and watching a morbid blue-bottle fly attempt to commit suicide by butting his head against the windowpane. (Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
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