Charles Dudley Warner
Charles Dudley Warner
Charles Dudley Warnerwas an American essayist, novelist, and friend of Mark Twain, with whom he co-authored the novel The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth12 September 1829
CountryUnited States of America
real simple legends
A cynic might suggest as the motto of modern life this simple legend-"just as good as the real.
blessed agriculture too-much
Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it.
men plot fiction
Plots are no more exhausted than men are. Every man is a new creation, and combinations are simply endless.
memories past journey
Memory has the singular characteristic of recalling in a friend absent, as in a journey long past, only that which is agreeable.
women moral walks
A woman set on anything will walk right through the moral crockery without wincing.
friends fruit prosperity
Nothing shows one who his friends are like prosperity and ripe fruit.
boys genius boyhood
A boy has a natural genius for combining business with pleasure.
kindness heart forever
The stranger who receives the rare gift of human kindness holds its value in his heart forever.
passion oats dirt
The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest.
sea fishing rivers
It is well known that no person who regards his reputation will ever kill a trout with anything but a fly. It requires some training on the part of the trout to take to this method. The uncultivated, unsophisticated trout in unfrequented waters prefers the bait; and the rural people, whose sole object in going a-fishing appears to be to catch fish, indulge them in their primitive taste for the worm. No sportsman however, will use anything but the fly, except when he happens to be alone.
men toil pieces
Let us celebrate the soil. Most men toil that they may own a piece of it; they measure their success in life by their ability to buy it.
nature fancy facts
Nature is, in fact, a suggester of uneasiness, a promoter of pilgrimages and of excursions of the fancy which never come to any satisfactory haven.
solitude isolation conceit
Isolation breeds conceit.
jobs effort pay
If you do things by the job, you are perpetually driven: the hours are scourges. If you work by the hour, you gently sail on the stream of Time, which is always bearing you on to the haven of Pay, whether you make any effort, or not.