H.W. Charles Quotes

Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might In the days when earth was young.

Every tub must stand upon its bottom.

Waaa Everybody's cheating but me!

Most of us are honest all the time, and all of us are honest most of the time.

The automobile is technologically more sophisticated than the bundling board, but the human motives in their uses are sometimes the same.

I hope to see more programming, more shows, more actors of mixed ethnicity, more young kids of mixed ethnicity choosing to be in the entertainment industry.

I always wanted to be a superhero.

If you think this is weird, just look at yourselves.

If someone has been escaping reality, I don't expect him to dig my music.

Jazz is the language of the emotions.

Tastes are created by the business interests. How else can you explain the popularity of Al Hirt?

I always wanted to be a spontaneous composer.

This anonymous clan of slack-jawed troglodytes has cost me the election, and yet if I were to have them killed, I would be the one to go to jail. That's democracy for you.

There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.

To have a thing is little, if you're not allowed to show it, to know a thing, is nothing unless others know you know it.

After owning books, almost the next best thing is talking about them.

I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.

A poem is energy transferred from where the poet got it (he will have some several causations), by way of the poem itself to, all the way over to, the reader.

The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being.

We all want what's been suddenly disallowed.

I defer to all these other American poets who, for some reason, I both envy and admire.

bees dig the plum blossoms

I sound like Homer. I mean Winslow Homer.

The body whips the soul. In its great desire it demands the elixir In the roar of spring, transmutations.

I was playing catch with the European audience.

The Canadian voice is still too rustic.

I take space to be the central fact to man born in America. I spell it large because it comes large here. Large and without mercy.

The dimensions of the radio are truly to be treasured.

One has not the right to betray even a traitor. Traitors must be fought, got betrayed.

It is innocence that is full and experience that is empty. It is innocence that wins and experience that loses.

The references you do not verify are the good ones.

The less there is of eloquence, the more there is of love.

He obliged Cinderella to sit down, and, putting the slipper to her little foot, he found it went on very easily, and fitted her as if it had been made of wax.

The gentleman had also a young daughter, of rare goodness and sweetness of temper, which she took from her mother, who was the best creature in the world.

The poor child was the drudge of the household, and was always in the wrong. He was, however, the most bright and discreet of all the brothers; and if he spoke little, he heard and thought the more.

Once upon a time there was a widow who had two daughters. The elder was so much like her, both in looks and character, that whoever saw the daughter saw the mother.

Computer monitors can operate in many different video modes. In most cases, the decision about how many pixels and colors to display is yours - but not always.

Lookin' back is a bad habit.

Nothing I like to do pays well.

No evidence or proof of the existence of a God has been found in the phenomena of nature, based on experience.

The evolution was always to greater scale and speed. Other countries did that here and there - GB in textiles, Germany in steel - but we went in that direction almost across the board.

People who inspire others are those who see invisible bridges at the end of dead-end streets

For there to be true maturity, people must be given room to grow, which includes room to fail.

Know yourself, like yourself, be yourself.

The longer I live the more I believe that the greatest enemy of a victorious Christian life is passivity.

Thanksgiving is a time of quiet reflection; an annual reminder that God has, again, been ever so faithful. The solid and simple things of life are brought into clear focus.

We want the safety of yesterday even though we know it's not where God would have us.

Who can ever measure the benefit of a mother's inspiration?

Worry and faith just don't mix.