Quote #7
The wrecks of slavery are fast growing a fungus crop of sentiment.
More from William Dean Howells
- See how today's achievement is only tomorrow's confusion; See how possession always cheapens the thing that was precious.
- The mortality of all inanimate things is terrible to me, but that of books most of all.
- He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.
- I am not sorry for having wrought in common, crude material so much; that is the right American stuff; and perhaps hereafter, when my din i…
- Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks a cruel bee that stings.
- Clemens was sole, incomparable, the Lincoln of our literature.
- And before you know me gone Eternity and I are one.
- Some people can stay longer in an hour than others can in a week.