Ella Wheeler Wilcox quotes

" The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind. " # Cheerfulness # Happiness # Wisdom

" All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand. " # Friends and Friendship # Freedom # Power

" 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. " # Adversity # Life and Living # Death and Dying

" There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul. " # Determination # Destiny # Control

" With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see. " # Rewards # Giving # Destiny

" Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it. " # Love

" A pat on the back is only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, but is miles ahead in results. " # Praise # Critics and Criticism # Blame

" Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough. " # Happiness # Death and Dying # Sorrow

" 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. " # Laughter # Borrowing # Friends and Friendship

" To sin by silence, when we should protest,Makes cowards out of men. The human raceHas climbed on protest. Had no voice been raisedAgainst injustice, ignorance, and lust,The inquisition yet would serve the law,And guillotines decide our least disputes. The few who dare, must speak and speak againTo right the wrongs of many. Speech, thank God,No vested power in this great day and landCan gag or throttle. Press and voice may cryLoud disapproval of existing ills;May criticise oppression and condemnThe lawlessness of wealth-protecting lawsThat let the children and childbearers toilTo purchase ease for idle millionaires. Therefore I do protest against the boastOf independence in this mighty land. Call no chain strong, which holds one rusted link. Call no land free, that holds one fettered slave. Until the manacled slim wrists of babesAre loosed to toss in childish sport and glee,Until the mother bears no burden, saveThe precious one beneath her heart, untilGods soil is rescued from the clutch of greedAnd given back to labor, let no manCall this the land of freedom. " # Uncategorised # Freedom # Children