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 timelessness in the making. The proportions of truth are at hand. Existence is celebrated in a splinter of driftwood, worn by wind-driven sand into the shape of an arrow. The onshore waves jostle each other, busy… — John Hay Copy Share
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. It is related of one Stout, one of the legendary Nimrods of Illinois, who was well and frequently married, that he had one unfailing formula of courtship. He always promised the ladies whose hearts he was… — John Hay Copy Share
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
