Bret Harte Quotes

A bird in the hand is a certainty, but a bird in the bush may sing.

The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.

Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.

If, of all words of tongue and pen,The saddest are, 'It might have been,'More sad are these we daily see:'It is, but hadn't ought to be."

Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.

The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being interfered with by prayers.

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.

Man has the possibility of existence after death. But possibility is one thing and the realization of the possibility is quite a different thing.

One big vice in a man is apt to keep out a great many smaller ones.