Thomas Hood Quotes

There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.

For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.

Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.

Comfort and indolence are cronies.

I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.

Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.

How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.

How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.

Fuss is the froth of business.

Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication.

Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.

Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!

A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.

A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :;:; Must be a spoon.

For man may pious texts repeat, And yet religion have no inward seat

O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!

Bells are musics laughter.

Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.

My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.

And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.

Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.

The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.

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.

When Eve upon the first of men The apple pressed with specious cant Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not adamant.

When Eve upon the first of MenThe apple press’d with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities thenThat Adam was not adamant!

The year's in the wane There is nothing adoring The night has no eve And the day has no morning Cold winter gives warning!

Oh God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!

There are three things which the public will always clamor for sooner or later: namely novelty novelty novelty.

It is not linen you're wearing out But human creatures' lives.

O bed! O bed! Delicious bed! That heaven on earth to the weary head!

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow hard and cold

Peace and rest at length have comeAll the day's long toil is past, And each heart is whispering, 'Home, Home at last.

Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past And each heart is whispering "Home Home at last!"

No shade no shine no butterflies no bees No fruits no flowers no leaves no birds November!

O God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!

Oh! would I were dead now Or up in my bed now To cover my head now And have a good cry!