Unto each man comes a day when his favorite sins all forsake him, And he complacently thinks he has forsaken his sins. — John Hay Copy Share Image
I think that saving a little child And bringing him to his own, Is a derned sight better business Than loafing around the throne. — John Hay Copy Share Image
Make all good men your well-wishers, and then, in the years' steady sifting, Some of them turn into friends. Friends are the sunshine of… — John Hay Copy Share Image
Break not the rose; its fragrance and beauty are surely sufficient, resting contented with these, never a thorn shall you feel. — John Hay Copy Share Image
There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses,… — John Hay Copy Share Image
There are three species of creatures who when they seem coming are going, when they seem going they come: diplomats, women, and crabs. — John Hay Copy Share Image
“This beach I voyage on leads me through the earth's immortal consistencies. Each form I encounter obeys the principles of perfection and trial, a… — John Hay Copy Share Image
It would never occur to most of us that 'plants' say anything at all, except in terms of what we read into them, or… — John Hay Copy Share Image
Dealing with a government with whom mendacity is a science is an extremely difficult matter. — John Hay Copy Share Image
“The wooing of those days was prompt and practical. There was no time for the gradual approaches of an idler and more conventional age.… — John Hay Copy Share Image
The best loved man or maid in the town would perish with anguish Could they hear all that their friends say in the course… — John Hay Copy Share Image
