Never put off til tomorow what can be put off til the day after tomorow
Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures to make room for more-- Sleeping near the withered nosegay which he pulled the day before.
Living is a disease from which sleep gives us relief eight hours a day.
Better to get up late and be wide awake than to get up early and be asleep all day.
Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night.
Start every day off with a smile and get it over with.
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his own country;--seldom since that day Has Spain had heroes.
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.
Today the world changes so quickly that in growing up we take leave not just of youth but of the world we were young in.
Man is the animal that intends to shoot himself out into interplanetary space, after having given up on the problem of an efficient way to get himself five miles to work and back each day.
Never do today what you can put off till tomorrow if tomorrow might improve the odds.
It is common to assume that human progress affects everyone- that even the dullest man, in these bright days, knows more than any man of, say, the Eighteenth Century, and is far more civilized. This assumption is quite erroneous...The great masses of men, even in this inspired republic, are precisely where the mob was at the dawn of history. They are ignorant, they are dishonest, they are cowardly, they are ignoble. They know little if anything that is worth knowing, and there is not the slightest sign of a natural desire among them to increase their knowledge.
To get into the best society nowadays, one has either to feed people, amuse people, or shock people.
Never do today what you can put off till tomorrow. Delay may give clearer light as to what is best to be done.
O little Force that in your agony Stood fast while England girt her armour on, Held high our honour in your wounded hands, Carried our honour safe with bleeding feet-- We have no glory great enough for you, The very soul of Britain keeps your day.
Ah, don't be sorrowful darling, And don't be sorrowful, pray: Taking the year together, my dear, There isn't more night than day.
Our days and nights Have sorrows woven with delights.
Today the journey is ended, I have worked out the mandates of fate; Naked, along, undefended, I knock at the Uttermost Gate. Behind is life and its longing, Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow, Beyond is the Infinite Morning Of a day without a tomorrow.
But each day brings from its pretty dust Our soon choked souls to fill.
A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
Seeing then that we have such hope, we use great plainness of speech: And not as Moses, which put a vail over his face, that the children of Israel could not stedfastly look to the end of that which is abolished: But their minds were blinded: for until this day remaineth the same vail untaken away in the reading of the old testament; which vail is done away in Christ.
Today's public figures can no longer write their own speeches or books, and there is some evidence that they can't read them either.
Men often compete with one another until the day they die; comradeship consists of rubbing shoulders jocularly with a competitor.