Ella Wheeler Wilcox Quotes

With care, and skill, and cunning art, She parried Time's malicious dart, And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in her heart and aged her in a day!

No question is ever settled until it is settled right.

Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow, And the moment's loss is the lifetime's gain.

It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled; For see! how the light of the New Year is gilding The wan, worn face of the bruised old world.

For here lies the pleasure of living: In taking God's bounties, and giving The gifts back again.

You never can tell when you send a word, Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind, Just where it may chance to go!

High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning, "Remember Night!"

Change is the watchword of progression.

Talk not of the river or lake To those who have looked on the sea.

Whatever is... is best.

And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful Land Of Nod.

Life is too short for aught but high endeavor.

Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes.

Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.

The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.

Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose.

There is no sudden entrance into Heaven. Slow is the ascent by the path of Love.

The two kinds of people on earth are the people who lift and the people who lean.

All the past is not worth one today.

There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel.

Yes, I have dreams. I ofttimes dream of Love As radiant and brilliant as a star. As changeless, too, as that fixed light afar Which glorifies vast worlds of space above.

Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust.

You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod, And no one can save you from error or sin, Until you shall hark to the Spirit within.

It has always been my belief that children inherit the suppressed tendencies of their parents. A clergyman's son frequently shows abnormal tastes for the pleasures that his father denied himself.

We waste half our strength in a useless regretting; We sit by old tombs in the dark too long.

Love is the centre and circumference; The cause and aim of all things--'tis the key To joy and sorrow, and the recompense For all the ills that have been, or may be.

Do you wish the world were better? Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true.

... love moves the world along.

Content is not the pathway to great deeds.

Who would attain to summits still and fair,Must nerve himself through valleys of despair.

Love is the only duty that we know.

Time is the best avenger.

There are ghosts in the room. As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there They come out of the gloom, And they stand at my side and they lean on my chair.

Who climbs the mountain does not always climb.The winding road slants downward many a time;Yet each descent is higher than the last.

There is no balking genius. Only death can silence it or hinder.

Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way. . . .

Love lights more fire than hate extinguishes.

No fate could rob us of our own-- No circumstance can make it less; What time removes was but a loan, For what was ours we still possess.

Distrust that man who tells you to distrust. He takes the measure of his own small soul, and thinks the world no larger.

There is no language that love does not speak.

Give of thy love, nor wait to know the worth Of what thou lovest; and ask no returning. And wheresoe'er thy pathway leads on earth, There thou shalt find the lamp of love-light burning.

All roads that lead to God are good.

We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure

Distrust that man who tells you to distrust.

Good music is wine turned to sound

Look in; and learn the wrong, and right, From your own soul's unwritten laws. And when you question, or demur, Let Love be your Interpreter.

I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.

The dark today leads into light tomorrow. There is no endless joy, and yet no endless sorrow.

Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind.