Thomas Bailey Aldrich

1836 - 1907

A Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich on civilization

Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907)

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A Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich on age, books, day, praise, and retirement

Books that have become classics - books that have had their day and now get more praise than perusal - always remind me of retired colonels and majors and captains who, having reached the age limit, find themselves retired on half pay.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907)

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A Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich on company and mind

A man is known by the company his mind keeps.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907)

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A Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907)

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A Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907)

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A Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich on secrets

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We vivisect the nightingale To probe the secret of his note.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907)

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A Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich on birds and originality

No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907)

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A Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich on desires, imagination, mind, and satisfaction

I like to have a thing suggested rather than told in full. When every detail is given, the mind rests satisfied, and the imagination loses the desire to use its own wings.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907)

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A Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich on failure

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They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907)

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A Quote by Thomas Bailey Aldrich on art

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True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907)

Source: Pongapog Papers, 1903.

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