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Born in May 23, 1799 / Died in May 3, 1845 / United Kingdom / English

Quotes by Thomas Hood

Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
'Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
Never go to France - unless you know the lingo, if you do like me, you will repent by jingo.
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
That a man be willing, when others are so too, as far forth as for peace and defence of himself he shall think it necessary, to lay down this right to all things; and be contented with so much liberty against other men, as he would allow other men against himself.
Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear! And flesh and blood so cheap!
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
I don't set up for being a cosmopolite, which to any mind signifies being polite to every country except your own.
But evil is wrought by want of thought as well as want of heart!
There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid.
The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
There is a silence where hath been no sound There is a silence where no sound may be In the cold grave, under the deep deep sea
But who would rush at a benighted man, and give him two black eyes for being blind?