Quotes
Quotes about Wit
The true pleasure of life is to live with your inferiors.
This I set down as a positive truth. A woman with fair opportunities and without a positive hump, may marry whom she likes.
When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean
And billows wild contend with angry roar,
'T is said, far down beneath the wild commotion
That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.
Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth
And silver waves chime ever peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth
Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
I am a lone lorn creetur and everythink goes contrairy with me.
Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving HOW NOT TO DO IT.
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said: "It is just as I feared--
Two Owls and a Hen,
Four Larks and a Wren
Have all built their nests in my beard."
In the middle of the woods
Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Two old chairs and half a candle,
One old jug without a handle--
These were all the worldly goods.
Any nose
May ravage with impunity a rose.
Truth is within ourselves.
Are there not, dear Michal,
Two points in the adventure of the diver,--
One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge;
One, when a prince he rises with his pearl?
Festus, I plunge.
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung
To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
God's in his heaven:
All's right with the world.
All service ranks the same with God,--
With God, whose puppets, best and worst,
Are we: there is no last nor first.
When the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures
Boasts two soul-sides,--one to face the world with,
One to show a woman when he loves her!
That low man seeks a little thing to do,
Sees it and does it;
This high man, with a great thing to pursue,
Dies ere he knows it.
That low man goes on adding one to one,--
His hundred's soon hit;
This high man, aiming at a million,
Misses an unit.
That has the world here--should he need the next,
Let the world mind him!
This throws himself on God, and unperplexed
Seeking shall find him.
If two lives join, there is oft a scar.
They are one and one, with a shadowy third;
One near one is too far.
There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before;
The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound;
What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more;
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
For life, with all it yields of joy and woe,
And hope and fear (believe the aged friend),
Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love,--
How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.
Have you found your life distasteful?
My life did, and does, smack sweet.
Was your youth of pleasure wasteful?
Mine I saved and hold complete.
Do your joys with age diminish?
When mine fail me, I'll complain.
Must in death your daylight finish?
My sun sets to rise again.
"With this same key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart"once more!
Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!
Come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you're looked for, or come without warning.
No night so wild but brings the constant sun
With love and power untold;
No time so dark but through its woof there run
Some blessed threads of gold.
Is not true leisure
One with true toil?
'T is the brook's motion,
Clear without strife,
Fleeing to ocean
After its life.
