Ella Wheeler Wilcox Quotes

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.

It ever has been since time began, And ever will be, till time lose breath, That love is a mood - no more - to a man, And love to a woman is life or death.

It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is the one who can smile, When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is troubled, And it always comes with the years. And the smiles that is worth the praises of earth Is the smile that shines through tears.

Laugh and the world laughs with you Weep, and you weep alone For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.

Like the winds of the sea are the winds of fate As we voyage along through life, Tis the set of the soul That decides its goal And not the calm or the strife.


No question is ever settled until it is settled right.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

The dark today leads into light tomorrow; There is no endless joy, ...and yet no endless sorrow.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

To sin by silence when we should protest makes cowards out of men.

To sin in silence while others doth protest makes cowards out of men.



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