Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Don't look for flaws as you go through life and even when you find them it is wise and kind to be… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The two kinds of people on earth are the people who lift and the people who lean. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
You never can tell when you send a word, Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale Of mortal maladies is worn and stale. You cannot charm, or interest, or please By harping in that… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
With every rising of the sun Think of your life as just begun. The past has shrived and buried deep All yesterdays— there let… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
“Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.” — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Better to wait and yearn, and still to wait, And die at last with unappeased desire, Than live to be the jest of such… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Back on its golden hinges The gate of Memory swings, And my heart goes into the garden And walks with the olden things. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I hold it true that thoughts are things Endowed with bodies, breath, and wings, And that we send them forth to fill The world… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
All perfect things are saddening in effect. The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes, The matchless tinting on the royal rose Whose velvet… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Don't anticipate the happiness of tomorrow. Discover it today. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
