Quote

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Age: 68 †
Born: 1850
Born: November 5
Died: 1919
Died: October 30
Author
Poet
Writer
Janesville
Wisconsin
Society
Creeds
Religion
Pet
Art
Gods
Women
God
Many
Kindness
Needs
Wind
Kind
Path
Eulogy
World
Animal
Paths

More quotes by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Image
You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod, And no one can save you from error or sin, Until you shall hark to the Spirit within.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest And deal full many a thoughtless blow, To those who love us best. Laugh, and the world laughs with you Weep, and you weep alone For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
For here lies the pleasure of living: In taking God's bounties, and giving The gifts back again.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need, Or sin by silence when I should defend... The world is better that I lived to-day.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
Keep out of the past. It is haunted.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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 with good results--or ill.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
Ah, lady! it is hardly what you thought it, This life of luxury and social power You gave yourself as principal, and bought it, But God extracts the interest hour by hour.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
Hell is wherever Love is not, and Heaven Is Love's location. No dogmatic creed, No austere faith based on ignoble fear Can lead thee into realms of joy and peace. Unless the humblest creatures on the earth Are bettered by thy loving sympathy Think not to find a Paradise beyond.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through the life: Tis the set of a soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
This world is a vaporous jest at best, Tossed off by the gods in laughter, And a cruel attempt at wit were it, If nothing better came after.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
Distrust that man who tells you to distrust. He takes the measure of his own small soul, and thinks the world no larger.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
We waste half our strength in a useless regretting We sit by old tombs in the dark too long.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Image
Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox