For the young Gaels of Ireland Are the lads that drive me mad, For half their words need footnotes And half their rhymes are bad. — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher. — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full… — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
The stones that critics hurl with harsh intent, a man may use to build his monument. — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
Admitting errors clears the score and proves you wiser than before. — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
The porcupine, which one must handle gloved, may be respected, but is never loved. — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass. — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
“On the Vanity of Earthly Greatness The tusks which clashed in mighty brawls Of mastodons, are billiard balls. The sword of Charlemagne the Just… — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when - — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
First dentistry was painless. Then bicycles were chainless, Carriages were horseless, And many laws enforceless. Next cookery was fireless, Telegraphy was wireless, Cigars were… — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer. — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain! — Arthur Guiterman Copy Share Image
