Quotes from Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The art of being kind is all the world needs.

Let me, tonight look back across the span Twixt dawn and dark, and to my conscience say- Because of some good act to beast or human- The world is better that I lived today.

Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way. . . .

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.

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.

'Tis they who are in their own chambers haunted By thoughts that like unbidden guests intrude, And sit down, uninvited and unwanted, And make a nightmare of the solitude.

When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending kind death as an ending, Like a grand Amen to a minor song.

Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes.

'Tis easy enough to be pleasant When life flows along like a song But the man worth while is the one who will smile When everything goes dead wrong.

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.

A pat on the back is only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, but is miles ahead in results.

Don't look for flaws as you go through life and even when you find them it is wise and kind to be somewhat blind, and look for the virtue behind them.

We waste half our strength in a useless regretting; We sit by old tombs in the dark too long.

Give, and thou shalt receive. Give thoughts of cheer,Of courage and success, to friend and stranger.And from a thousand sources, far and near,Strength will be sent thee in thy hour of danger.

Life is too short for aught but high endeavor.

It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled; For see! how the light of the New Year is gilding The wan, worn face of the bruised old world.

Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.

One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way they go.

The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.

Life is a garden forever in flower.

Life is a Shylock; always it demands The fullest userer's interest for each pleasure. Gifts are not freely scattered by its hands; We make returns for every borrowed treasure.

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

There is no thing we cannot overcome Say not thy evil instinct is inherited, Or that some trait inborn makes thy whole life forlorn, And calls down punishment that is not merited.