MondayApr 06, 2026
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
Life is the garment we continually alter but which never seems to fit.
By and by God caught his eye.
Still for us where Cottons mather In the spring the Willas cather As of yore.
But man must light for man The fires no other can, And find in his own eye Where the strange crossroads lie.
Your life will be rich for others only as it is rich for you.
March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire.
The crickets gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens.
A handful of sand is an anthology of the universe.
The decent docent doesn't doze; He teaches standing on his toes. His student dassn't doze and does, And that's what teaching is and was.
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