Quotes by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I love your lips when theyre wet with wine and red with wicked desire

Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.

Moon and SeaYou are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:The tide of hope swells high within my breast,And hides the rough dark rocks of lifes unrestWhen your fond eyes smile near in perigee.But when that loving face is turned from me,Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear,And earths dim coast-line seems a thing to fear.You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.

UselessnessLet mine not be the saddest fate of all, To live beyond my greater self; to see My faculties decaying, as the tree Stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall Let me hear rather the imperious call, Which all men dread, in my glad morning time, And follow death ere I have reached my prime, Or drunk the strengthening cordial of lifes gall. The lightnings stroke or the fierce tempest blast Which fells the green tree to the earth to-day Is kinder than the calm that lets it last, Unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past.

Whatever is-is best.

Change is the watchword of progression. When we tire of well-worn ways we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb and to seek the mountain view.

No question is ever settled until it is settled right.

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

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

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

We flatter those we scarcely know We please the fleeting guest And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those who love us best.

Laugh and the world laughs with you weep and you weep alone.

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

Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes And men grow better as the world grows old.

With every deed you are sowing a seed though the harvest you may not see.

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.

Days sweetest moments are at dawn.

The two kinds of people on earth that I mean Are the people who lift and the people who lean.

It is easy enough to be pleasant when life flows by like a song. But the man worthwhile is one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.

Though smooth be the heartless prayer no ear in heaven will mind it And the finest phrase falls dead if there is no feeling behind it.