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The thing one reads and likes, and then forgets, is of no account. The thing that stays, and haunts one, and refuses to be forgotten, that is the sincere thing.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Age: 70 †
Born: 1836
Born: November 2
Died: 1907
Died: March 19
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But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Longing to see the charmed door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!
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A glance, a word -- and joy or pain befalls.... How slight the links are in the chain that binds us to our destiny!
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The ring of a false coin is not more recognizable than that of a rhyme setting forth a false sorrow.
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What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
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To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent that is to triumph over old age.
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Black Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise and shows you laughing lips and roguish eyes but when, unmasked, gay Comedy appears, how wan her cheeks are, and what heavy tears!
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My father invested his money so securely in the banking business that he was never able to get any of it out again.
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It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.
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