Quote by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

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

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

“Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.”

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

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

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

Content is not the pathway to great deeds.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Don't anticipate the happiness of tomorrow. Discover it today.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox