73 Quotes by Ella Wilcox

Who is the strong? Not he who puts to testHis sinews with the strong and proves the best;But he who dwells where weaklings congregate,And never lets his splendid strength abate.

Waste no tearsUpon the blotted record of lost years,But turn the leaf, and smile, oh! smile, to seeThe fair white pages that remain for thee.

The dark today leads into light tomorrow; There is no endless joy, ...and yet no endless sorrow.

We ought to make the moments notesOf happy glad Thanksgiving;The hours and days, a silent praiseOf music we are living.

Though desolateThe way may seem, command thy fate.Send forth thy thought -Create--CREATE!

When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.

There is room in the halls of pleasureFor a long and lordly train,But one by one we must all file onThrough the narrow aisles of pain.

When the great universe was wroughtTo might and majesty from naught,The all creative force was -THOUGHT.

When we tell about our cause,Politicians only smile;While they mould and make our laws,What care they for rank or file?