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Thomas Hood
English
Poet
About the author
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#Travel
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#People
#Wind
There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#Heart
#Happiness
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#Public
#Will
#Novelty
The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#Years
#Friends
That a man be willing, when others are so too, as far forth as for peace and defence of himself he shall think it necessary, to lay down this right to all things; and be contented with so much liberty against other men, as he would allow other men against himself.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#Right
#Liberty
#Peace
#Man
#Men
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#Words
#Thinking
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#Being
#Race
#Taste
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#Love
#Art
#Day
'Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#Nature
#Artist
Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#May
#Men
#Letters
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.
Thomas Hood,
English
Poet
#Old
#Listening
#Silence
#Autumn