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
Take your needle, my child, and work at your pattern; it will come out a rose by and by. Life is like that - one stitch at a time taken patiently and the pattern will come out all right like… — 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 do; Don't be "consistent," but be simply true.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share
“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 the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now… — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share
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
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
