Bret Harte - quotes
We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning.
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 Francis Bret Harte (August 25, 1839–May 6, 1902) was an American author and poet, best remembered for his accounts of pioneering life in California. Born in Albany, New York, he moved to California in 1854, later working there in a number of positions, including miner, teacher, messenger, and journalist. His first literary efforts, including poetry and prose, appeared in The Californian, an early literary journal edited by Charles Henry Webb. In 1868 he became editor of The Overland Monthly, another new literary magazine, but this one more in tune with the pioneering spirit of excitement in California. His story, "The Luck of Roaring Camp... |
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And I hear from the outgoing ship in the bay The song of the sailors in glee: So I think of the luminous footprints that bore The comfort o'er dark Galilee, And wait for the signal to go to the shore, To the ship that is waiting for me.
Man has the possibility of existence after death. But possibility is one thing and the realization of the possibility is quite a different thing.
Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.
Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
