Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend; Nor would I pass, unseeing,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin, As sweet as clover-honey in its cell; Love is the password whereby souls… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod, And no one… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It is easy enough to be virtuous When nothing tempts you to stray; When without or within No voice of sin Is… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
And she has a thousand virtues and not one acknowledged sin, But she is the sort of person you could liken to… — 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
