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- Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks.
George Farquhar, The Inconstant; Prologue
- Now as through this world I ramble,
I see lots of funny men,
Some rob you with a six-gun
Some with a fountain pen.
George Farquhar, The Recruiting Officer, Act I, Scene ii
- The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
If you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half so bad
if it isn't you.
Laurence Ferlinghetti, Pictures of the Gone World
- Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
Eugene Field, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
- The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
Edward Fitzgerald, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
- A Book of Verses underneath the bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread -- and Thou
Beside em singing in the wilderness --
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Edward Fitzgerald, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
- Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into dust descend.
Edward Fitzgerald, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
- A hair perhaps divides the False and True.
Edward Fitzgerald, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
- The flower that once has blown forever dies.
Edward Fitzgerald, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
- We are no more than a moving row
Of Magic Shapes that come and go.
Edward Fitzgerald, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
- The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Edward Fitzgerald, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
- Seek not for fresher founts afar,
Just drop your bucket where you are.
Sam Walter Foss, Opportunity
- On the thirty-second day of the thirteenth month on the eighth day of the week,
On the twenty-fifth hour and the sixty-first minute, we'll find all things that we seek.
Sam Walter Foss, The Eighth Day of the Week
- Let me live in my house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by;
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wide, foolish--so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban,
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend of man.
Sam Walter Foss, The House by the Side of the Road
- Weep no more my lady,
Weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky Home,
For the old Kentucky Home far away.
Stephen Foster, My Old Kentucky Home
- Vessels large may venture more,
But little boats should keep near shore.
Benjamin Franklin, Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac
- Early to bed and early to rise
makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
Benjamin Franklin, Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac
- "Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in."
Robert Frost, The Death of the Hired Man
- "Good fences make good neighbors."
Robert Frost, Mending Wall
- Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Robert Frost, Reluctance
- Most of the change we think we see in life
Is due to truths being in and out of favor.
Robert Frost, The Black Cottage
- Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Robert Frost, Reluctance
- The best way out is always through.
Robert Frost, A Servant to Servants
- Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.
Robert Frost, The Self-Seeker
- Two roads diverged into a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
- The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost, Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
- I have been one acquainted with the night.
Robert Frost, Acquainted with the Night
- Never ask of money spent
Where the spender thinks it went.
Nobody was ever meany
To remember or invent
What he did with every cent.
Robert Frost, The Hardship of Accounting
- I never dared be radical when young
For fear it would make me conservative when old.
Robert Frost, Precaution
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