Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.

There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.

It is not the cares of today, but the cares of tomorrow that weigh a man down. For the needs of today we have corresponding strength given. For the morrow we are told to trust. It is not ours yet.

I believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Good night, good night parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

...Him that I love, I wish to be free--even from me.

The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his own burdens, his own way.

One of the most appalling comments on our present way of life is that half of all the beds in our hospitals are reserved for patients with nervous and mental troubles, patients who have collapsed under the crushing burden of accumulated yesterdays and fearful tomorrows. Yet a vast majority of those people would be walking the streets today, leading happy, useful lives, if they had only heeded the words of Jesus: Have no anxiety about the morrow; or the words of Sir William Osler; Live in day-tight compartments.

Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow![Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.]

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.

We must annex those people. We can afflict them with our wise and beneficent government. We can introduce the novelty of thieves, all the way up from street-car pickpockets to municipal robbers and Government defaulters, and show them how amusing it is to arrest them and try them and then turn them loose -- some for cash and some for ''political influence.'' We can make them ashamed of their simple and primitive justice. We can make that little bunch of sleepy islands the hottest corner on earth, and array it in the moral splendor of our high and holy civilization. Annexation is what the poor islanders need. ''Shall we to men benighted, the lamp of life deny?''

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday. As to the morrow, time enough to consider it when it becomes today.

If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.

America, which has the most glorious present still existing in the world today, hardly stops to enjoy it, in her insatiable appetite for the future.

The wave of the future is coming and there is no fighting it.

It is only the unimaginative who ever invents. The true artist is known by the use he makes of what he annexes.

To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay ''in kind'' somewhere else in life.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of to-day, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.

He that never changes his opinion never corrects mistakes and will never be wiser on the morrow than he is today.

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach-waiting for a gift from the sea.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few and they are more beautiful if they are a few.

Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too.

Duration is not a test of truth or falsehood.

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life -- and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.

Hey Frankie, you gonna give me your class ring?" "uhhhh, I'm afraid I can't do that Annette" "Well, why not?" "Because I don't have any arms....AHHHHHHH!

Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow!

Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.

Only when one is connected to one's inner core is one connected to others. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be re-found through solitude.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.

Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.

I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.

He that never changes his opinions, never corrects his mistakes, will never be wiser on the morrow than he is today.

Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth. And set down as gain each day that Fortune grants.

Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.

The man least dependent upon the morrow goes to meet the morrow most cheerfully.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,-- He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.

Rash indeed is he who reckons on the morrow, or haply on days beyond it for tomorrow is not, until today is past.

Ah, Hope what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of to-day, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.

We have to fight them daily, like fleas, those many small worries about the morrow, for they sap our energies.

The most exhausting thing you can do is to be inauthentic.

Rash indeed is he who reckons on the morrow, or haply on days beyond it; for tomorrow is not, until today is past.