Arthur Guiterman Quotes

Admitting errors clears the score and proves you wiser than before.

Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.

The carpenter is not the best who makes more chips than all the rest.

A Man consumes the Time you make him Wait In thinking of your Faults-so don't be late!

It takes a bee to get the honey out

So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.

Don't tell your friends about your indigestion. "How are you" is a greeting, not a question.

He who knows what he is told must know a lot of things that are not so.

I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals

Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.

Scheme not to make what's Another's your own; Be not a Dog for the sake of a Bone.

Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.

When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!

Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when -

In life as in football, fall forward when you fall.

What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.

When "Do no Evil" has been understood, Then learn the harder, braver rule, "Do Good.

Active minds that think and study, like swift brooks are seldom muddy.

The Deer don't dineWhen a Wolf's about,And the PorcupineSticks his quill-points out.

God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.

God, give me hills to climb, And strength for climbing!

The stones that critics hurl with harsh intent, a man may use to build his monument.

It's lovely having grass and trees and flowers(Of course, at times, mosquitoes are a pest).Yes, life is life out here in Rangely Towers(Of course Some People like the city best)!

For the young Gaels of Ireland Are the lads that drive me mad, For half their words need footnotes And half their rhymes are bad.

The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!

Brotherton So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart To praise the Lord with feast and song In thankfulness of heart.

The porcupine whom one must handle gloved may be respected but is never loved.

Admitting error clears the score and proves you wiser than before.

Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is a little lost pup with his tail tucked in!