Joel Chandler Harris Quotes
Joel Chandler Harris offers folk-style, straightforward advice on behavior and truth, useful for anyone who likes simple, earthy wisdom.
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Brer Fox, he lay low.
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Brer Rabbit keep on axin' 'im, en de Tar-Baby, she keep on sayin' nothin', twel present'y Brer Rabbit draw back wid his fis', he did, en blip he tuck 'er side er de head. Right dar's whar he broke his merlasses jug. His fis' stuck, en he can't pull loose. De tar hilt 'im.
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'I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
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Ez soshubble ez a baskit er kittens.
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Lazy fokes's stummucks don't git tired.
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Jay-bird don't rob his own nes'.
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Licker talks mighty loud w'en it gits loose from de jug.
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Hungry rooster don't cackle w'en he fine a wum.
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Youk'n hide de fier, but w'at you gwine do wid de smoke?
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Once upon a time a Georgian printed a couple of books that attracted notice, but immediately it turned out that he was little more than an amanuensis for the local blacks--that his works were really the products, not of white Georgia, but of black Georgia. Writing afterward as a white man, he swiftly subsided into the fifth rank.
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Write about what you know and care deeply about. When one puts one's self on paper - that is what is called good writing.
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People no longer write letters. Lacking the leisure, and, for the most part, the ability, they dictate dispatches, and scribble messages. When you are in the humor, you should take a peep at some of the letters written by people who lived long ago.
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I am in the prime of my senility.
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Watch out when you're getting all you want. Fattening hogs ain't in luck.
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When folks git ole en strucken wid de palsy, dey mus' speck ter be laff'd at.
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Please don't throw me in dat briar patch!
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“When you've got a thing to say, Say it! Don't take half a day. When your tale's got little in it Crowd the whole thing in a minute! Life is short--a fleeting vapor-- Don't you fill the whole blamed paper With a tale which, at a pinch, Could be cornered in an inch! Boil her down until she simmers, Polish her until she glimmers.”