One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great; All things give way before it, soon or late. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer, The headstones thicken along the way; And life grows sadder, but love grows stronger… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Just a little every day That's the way Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It is impossible to pursue a successful literary career and follow the advice of all one's 'best friends'.I feel compelled to follow… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,Can circumvent or hinder or controlThe firm resolve of a determined soul.Gifts count for nothing;… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not… — 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
There is a haunting phantom called Regret, A shadowy creature robed somewhat like woe, But fairer in the face, whom all men… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Unwearied, and with springing steps elate, I had conveyed my wealth along the road. The empty sack proved now a heavier load:… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Nor church of my own, though a million spires are… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Then I turned to him commanding That he go the way he came, whence he came. But he answered me in sorrow,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Lean on thyself until thy strength is tried; Then ask God's help; it will not be denied. Use thine own sight to… — 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
