What refuge is there for the victim who is oppressed with the feeling that there are a thousand new books he ought to read, while life is only long enough for him to attempt to read a hundred? — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive,-- Snuffy old drone from the German hive. — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
No families take so little medicine as those of doctors, except those of apothecaries. — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
What refuge is there for the victim who is oppressed with the feeling that there are a thousand new books he ought to read,… — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
“My experience with public libraries is that the first volume of the book I inquire for is out, unless I happen to want the… — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
“The great thing in this world, is not so much where we are, but in which direction we are moving.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At… — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
“Yet in opinions look not always back,-- Your wake is nothing, mind the coming track; Leave what you've done for what you have to… — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
“The Last Leaf I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er… — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades! Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids! O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,-- Depart,--be off,--excede,--evade,--erump! — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
Man is born a predestined idealist, for he is born to act. To act is to affirm the worth of an end, and to… — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
“If the wild filly, "Progress," thou wouldst ride, Have young companions ever at thy side; But wouldst thou stride the stanch old mare, "Success,"… — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother's secret love outlives them all. — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
