Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler
Wilcox
1850
1919

American Poet and Novelist known for "Poems of Passion" and "Solitude" which states "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone"

Author Quotes

A poor original is better than a good imitation.

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.

It is easy to tell the toiler how best he can carry his pack but no one can rate a burden's weight until it has been on his back.

Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other, that passionate Love is Pain's own mother.

There's one sad truth in life I've found while journeying east and west - the only folks we really wound are those we love the best. We flatter those we scarcely know, we please the fleeting guest, and deal full many a thoughtless blow to those who love us best.

Who climbs the mountain does not always climb. The winding road slants downward many a time; Yet each descent is higher than the last.

A weed is but an unloved flower.

For this is wisdom- to love and live to take what fate or the Gods may give, to ask no question, to make no prayer, to kiss the lips and caress the hair, speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, to have and to hold, and, in time--let go.

It seemeth such a little way to me across to that strange country -- the Beyond; and yet, not strange, for it has grown to be the home of those of whom I am so fond, they make it seem familiar and most dear, as journeying friends bring distant regions near.

Resistless change, when powerless to improve, can only mar.

This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendor fades from the skies when the sun sinks to sleep.

Who would attain to summits still and fair, Must nerve himself through valleys of despair.

Ah! when in the immortal ranks enlisted, I sometimes wonder if we shall not find that not by deeds, but by what we've resisted, our places are assigned. Love is the impulse which directs the world, and all things know it and obey its power. Man, in the maelstrom of his passions whirled; the bee that takes the pollen to the flower; the earth, uplifting her bare, pulsing breast to fervent kisses of the amorous sun;-- each but obeys creative Love's behest, which everywhere instinctively is done.

Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great; all things give way before it, soon or late.

Keep out of the Past! for its highways are damp with malarial gloom; its gardens are sere and its forests are drear, and everywhere moulders a tomb. Who seeks to regain its lost pleasures, finds only a rose turned to dust; and its storehouse of wonderful treasures are covered and coated with rust.

Shake hands with Pain, give greeting unto Grief, those angels in disguise, and thy glad soul from height to height, from star to shining star, shall climb and claim blest immortality.

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.

Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.

All hope is prayer; who calls it hope no more, sends prayer footsore forth over weary wastes, while he who calls it prayer, gives wings to hope.

Give of thy love, nor wait to know the worth Of what thou lovest; and ask no returning. And wheresoe'er thy pathway leads on earth, There thou shalt find the lamp of love-light burning.

Life is a garden forever in flower.

Suspect suspicion, and doubt only doubt.

Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in heaven will mind it; And the finest phrase falls dead, if there is no feeling behind it.

With care, and skill, and cunning art, She parried Time's malicious dart, And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in her heart and aged her in a day!

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand. Though brave its walls as any in the land, and its tall turrets lift their heads in grace; though skilful and accomplished artists trace most beautiful designs on every hand, and gleaming statues in dim niches stand, and fountains play in some flow'r-hidden place: yet, when from the frowning east a sudden gust of adverst fate is blown, or sad rains fall day in, day out, against its yielding wall, lo! the fair structure crumbles to the dust. Love, to endure life's sorrow and earth's woe, needs friendship's solid masonwork below.

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First Name
Ella Wheeler
Last Name
Wilcox
Birth Date
1850
Death Date
1919
Bio

American Poet and Novelist known for "Poems of Passion" and "Solitude" which states "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone"