328 Quotes by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Everything is right at hand and money freely flows / And hired help is all about, just listenin’ to my call / But I miss the yellow almanac off my old kitchen wall.

Is this like a loyal friend's treatment? / And are you deserving the name? / Say! what do you give those who love you / But poverty, sorrow, and shame?

Half-way unto the end— the week's high noon. / The mourning hours do speed away so soon! / And when the noon is reached, however bright, / Instinctively, we look toward the night.

Half-way unto the end—the week's high noon. / The morning hours do speed away so soon! / And, when the noon is reached, however bright, / Instinctively we look toward the night.

As Monday goes, so goes the week,' dames say. / Refreshed, renewed, use well the initial day./ And see thy neighbor / already seeks his labor.

Tie up the broken threads, and let us go, / Like reunited lovers, hand in hand, / Back, and yet onward, to the sunny land / Of our To Be, which was our Long Ago.

In India's land one listens aghast / To the people who scream and bawl; / For each caste yells at a lower caste, / And the Britisher yells at them all.

All love that has not friendship for its base is like a mansion built upon the sand.

Laugh and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone.