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Well, no offense:Thar ain't no senseIn gittin' riled.
Bret Harte -
Which I wish to remark,- And my language is plain,-That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain,The heathen Chinee is peculiar.
Bret Harte
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Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.
Bret Harte -
Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.
Bret Harte -
Howbeit, though no scholar, I am not one of those who misuse the English speech, and, being foolishly led by the hasty custom of scriveners and printers to write the letters 'T' and 'H' joined together, which resembleth a 'Y,' do incontinently jump to the conclusion the THE is pronounced 'Ye,'-the like of which I never heard in all England.
Bret Harte -
We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor.
Bret Harte -
We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning.
Bret Harte -
Each lost day has its patron saint!
Bret Harte
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Ah Sin was his name.
Bret Harte -
But, when the goddess' work is done,The woman's still remains.
Bret Harte -
A bird in hand is a certainty. But a bird in the bush may sing.
Bret Harte -
And then, for an old man like me, it's not exactly right,This kind o' playing soldier with no enemy in sight.
Bret Harte -
Man has the possibility of existence after death. But possibility is one thing and the realization of the possibility is quite a different thing.
Bret Harte -
Don't be too quickTo break bad habits: better stick,Like the Mission folk, to your arsenic.
Bret Harte
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With the smile that was childlike and bland.
Bret Harte -
There is peace in the swamp, though the quiet is Death,
Bret Harte -
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
Bret Harte -
Virtue always meets reward,But quicker when it wears a sword;
Bret Harte -
Later, when we were forced to accept the fact that finding gold was really the primary object of a gold-mining company, we still remained there
Bret Harte -
And he says that the mountains are fairerFor once being held in your thought;
Bret Harte