Quotes
Quotes - Carleton
Not a log in this buildin' but its memories has got
And not a nail in this old floor but touches a tender spot.
Fare you well, old house! you're naught that can feel or see,
But you seem like a human bein'--a dear old friend to me;
And we never will have a better home, if my opinion stands,
Until we commence a-keepin' house in the house not made with hands.
Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out.
I have talked with Betsy, and Betsy has talked with me,
And so we've agreed together that we can't never agree.
Betsy, like all good women, had a temper of her own.
The more we arg'ed the question the more we did n't agree.
I don't complain of Betsy or any of her acts,
Exceptin' when we 've quarreled and told each other facts.
Over the hill to the poor-house I'm trudgin' my weary way.
To appreciate heaven well
'T is good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
Underneath an apple-tree Sat a maiden and her lover; And the thoughts within her he Yearned, in silence, to discover. Round them danced the sunbeams bright, Green the grass-lawn stretched before them While the apple blossoms white Hung in rich profusion o'er them.
Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at the blushing trees, And the sombre, furrowed fallow; Smiling at the airy ease, Of the southward flying swallow Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days.
To appreciate heaven well, it's good for a person to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
To appreciate heaven well 'Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
To appreciate heaven well, it's good for a person to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
And that was the way The deuce was to pay As it always is, at the close of the day That gave us-- Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! (With some restrictions, the fault-finders say) That which, please God, we will keep for aye Our National Independence!
The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with care, His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair, His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his head, His eyes on his dusty table, with different documents spread.
There's lots of people--this town wouldn't hold them; Who don't know much excepting what's told them.
Not all the labor of the earth Is done by hardened hands.
Thanksgiving-day, I fear, If one the solemn truth must touch, Is celebrated, not so much To thank the Lord for blessing o'er, As for the sake of getting more!
I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and new.
But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, When we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.
Boys flying kites haul in their white winged birds; You can't do that way when you're flying words. "Careful with fire," is good advice we know "Careful with words," is ten times doubly so. Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead; But God Himself can't kill them when they're said.
