Quotes from Charles Dudley Warner

Perhaps nobody ever accomplishes all that he feels lies in him to do; but nearly every one who tries his power touches the walls of his being.

There is life in the ground; it goes into the seeds and also when it is stirred up goes into the man who stirs it.

Plots are no more exhausted than men are. Every man is a new creation, and combinations are simply endless.

Nature is, in fact, a suggester of uneasiness, a promoter of pilgrimages and of excursions of the fancy which never come to any satisfactory haven.

The world is full of poetry as the earth is of pay-dirt; one only needs to know how to strike it.

Politics make strange bedfellows.

A great artist can paint a great picture on a small canvas.

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.

What small potatoes we all are, compared with what we might be!

There is but one pleasure in life equal to that of being called on to make an after-dinner speech, and that is not being called on to make one.

Goodness comes out of people who bask in the sun, as it does out of a sweet apple roasted before the fire.

The thing generally raised on city land is taxes.

A well known American writer said once that, while everybody talked about the weather, nobody seemed to do anything about it.

To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds, and watch the renewal of life - this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.

To poke a wood fire is more solid enjoyment than almost anything else in the world.

We are half ruined by conformity, but we should be wholly ruined without it.

Public opinion is stronger than the legislature, and nearly as strong as the ten commandments.

I know that unremitting attention to business is the price of success, but I don't know what success is.

Let us celebrate the soil. Most men toil that they may own a piece of it; they measure their success in life by their ability to buy it.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

One discovers a friend by chance, and cannot but feel regret that 20 or 30 years of life may have been spent without the least knowledge of him.

It is fortunate that each generation does not comprehend its own ignorance. We are thus enabled to call our ancestors barbarous.

Happy is said to be the family which can eat onions together. They are, for the time being, separate, from the world, and have a harmony of aspiration.

The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest.