Francis Bret Harte Quotes

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, ‘It might have been,’ More sad are these we daily see: ‘It is, but hadn’t ought to be.’

And on that grave where English oak and holly And laurel wreaths entwine, Deem it not all a too presumptuous folly, This spray of Western pine!

We are ruined by Chinese cheap labour.

Which I wish to remark— And my language is plain— That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, Which the same I would rise to explain.

I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James; I am not up to small deceit or any sinful games.