Whatever is-is best.
Advice"I must do as you do? Your way I ownIs a very good way, and still,There are sometimes two straight roads to a town,One over, one under the hill.You are treading the safe and the well-worn way,Th...
Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.
I love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires,There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin daysCrowned with the calm of peace, but sad with...
It is easy enough to be pleasant when life flows by like a song. But the man worthwhile is one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.
So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.
Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate As the voyage along thru life 'Tis the will of the soul That decides its goal And not the calm or the strife.
For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.
Day's sweetest moments are at dawn.
'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song But the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.
There is no balking genius. Only death can silence it or hinder.
In time the earth will be inhabited by almost god-like beings who shall analyze and discuss the remnants of humanity as we now discuss the chimpanzee.
The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.
Though smooth be the heartless prayer no ear in heaven will mind it And the finest phrase falls dead if there is no feeling behind it.
Laugh and the world laughs with you weep and you weep alone.
The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.
And from the discontent of man The world's best progress springs.
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.
It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no more - to man, and love to a woman is life or death.