Thomas Hood Quotes

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!

I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.

When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!

To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.

I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn.

Peace and rest at length have come, All the day's long toil is past; And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last!"

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.

There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.