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  • ''Who ever hears of fat men heading a riot, or herding together in turbulent mobs?—No—no, 'tis your lean, hungry men who are continually worrying society, and setting the whole community by the ears.''
    Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. A History of New York, bk. 3, ch. 2 (1809). Written under the pseudonym Diedrich Knickerbocker.
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  • ''Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.''
    Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. "Bachelors," Bracebridge Hall (1822).
  • ''There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse; as I have found in travelling in a stage- coach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position and be bruised in a new place.''
    Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. Tales of a Traveler, preface (1824).
  • ''Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.''
    Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. "Rip Van Winkle," (1819-1820).
  • ''They who drink beer will think beer.''
    Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. "Stratford-on-Avon," (1819-1820). This quotation has also been attributed to William Warburton, Bishop of Gloucester (1698-1779).
  • ''A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.''
    Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. "Rip Van Winkle," (1819-1820).
  • ''The almighty dollar, that great object of universal devotion.''
    Washington Irving (1783-1859), U.S. author. Wolfert's Roost, "The Creole Village," (1855).

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Best Poem of Washington Irving

The Falls of the Passaic

In a wild, tranquil vale, fringed with forests of green,
Where nature had fashioned a soft, sylvan scene,
The retreat of the ring-dove, the haunt of the deer,
Passaic in silence rolled gentle and clear.

No grandeur of prospect astonished the sight,
No abruptness sublime mingled awe with delight;
Here the wild floweret blossomed, the elm proudly waved,
And pure was the current the green bank that laved.

But the spirit that ruled o'er the thick tangled wood,
And deep in its gloom fixed his murky abode,
Who loved the wild scene that the whirlwinds ...

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The Falls of the Passaic

In a wild, tranquil vale, fringed with forests of green,
Where nature had fashioned a soft, sylvan scene,
The retreat of the ring-dove, the haunt of the deer,
Passaic in silence rolled gentle and clear.

No grandeur of prospect astonished the sight,
No abruptness sublime mingled awe with delight;
Here the wild floweret blossomed, the elm proudly waved,
And pure was the current the green bank that laved.

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