2 Quotes by Robert Jones Burdette

It isn’t the experience of today that drives men mad. It is the remorse for something that happened yesterday, and the dread of what tomorrow may disclose.

I cannot sing the old songs Though well I know the tune, Familiar as a cradle-song With sleep-compelling croon; Yet though I’m filled with music, As choirs of summer birds, I cannot sing the old songs – I do not know the words.