A good wife is heaven's last, best gift to man, - his gem of many virtues, his casket of jewels; her voice is sweet music, her smiles his brightest day, her kiss the guardian of his innocence, her arms the pale of his safety...
A humorist tells himself every morning, "I hope it's going to be a rough day." When things are going well, it's much harder to make the right jokes.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
Loud is the summer's busy song The smallest breeze can find a tongue, While insects of each tiny size Grow teasing with their melodies, Till noon burns with its blistering breath Around, and day lies still as death.
Who comes with Summer to this earth And owes to June her day of birth, With ring of Agate on her hand, Can health, wealth, and long life command.
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays.
The path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.
We have a criminal jury system which is superior to any in the world; and its efficiency is only marred by the difficulty of finding twelve men every day who don't know anything and can't read.
Today we are afraid of simple words like goodness and mercy and kindness. We don't believe in the good old words because we don't believe in good old values anymore. And that's why the world is sick.
Just for today, I will let go of anger. Just for today, I will let go of worry. Today, I will count my many blessings. Today, I will do my work honestly. Today, I will be kind to every living creature.
The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines. . -Charles Kuralt.
I was betrothed that day; I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
The most wasteful "brain drain" in America today is the drain in the kitchen sink.
A king that would not feel his crown too heavy for him, must wear it every day; but if he think it too light, he knoweth not of what metal it is made.
The laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day.
The merry lark he soars on high, No worldly thought o'ertakes him. He sings aloud to the clear blue sky, And the daylight that awakes him.
It is today, my dear, that I take a perilous leap. [Fr., C'est demain, me belle amie, que je fais le saut perilleux.]
The most completely lost of all days is that on which one has not laughed. [Fr., La plus perdue de toutes les journees est celle ou l'on n'a pas rit.]
A day without laughter is a day wasted.
From the moment I picked up your book until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
Learn from the earliest days to insure your principles against the perils of ridicule; you can no more exercise your reason if you live in the constant dread of laughter, that you can enjoy your life if you are in the constant terror of death.
The most thoroughly wasted of all days is that on which one has not laughed.
A clean tie attracts the soup of the day.