161 Quotes by Thomas Hood

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

A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth.

Extremes meet’, as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.

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

The year’s in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!

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

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.

We watch’d her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.

The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations.