Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. ( 10 of 44 )
Beware how you take away hope from another human being.
Beware how you take away hope from another human being.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the God read more
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the God of storms,
The lightning and the gale.
Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my
friend, the Historian in one of his flashing moments: read more
Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my
friend, the Historian in one of his flashing moments: "Give us
the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries."
One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,
One Nation evermore!
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.,
One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,
One Nation evermore!
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.,
Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
A fitful tongue of leaping flame;
A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
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Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
A fitful tongue of leaping flame;
A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
That lifts a pinch of mortal dust;
A few swift years, and who can show
Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe?
I never dare to write
As funny as I can.
I never dare to write
As funny as I can.
The hat is the ultimatum moriens of respectability.
The hat is the ultimatum moriens of respectability.
It is not often that an opinion is worth expressing, which cannot
take care of itself.
It is not often that an opinion is worth expressing, which cannot
take care of itself.
There are three wicks you know to the lamp of a man's life:
brain, blood, and breath. Press the read more
There are three wicks you know to the lamp of a man's life:
brain, blood, and breath. Press the brain a little, its light
goes out, followed by both the others. Stop the heart a minute,
and out go all three of the wicks. Choke the air out of the
lungs, and presently the fluid ceases to supply the other centres
of flame, and all is soon stagnation, cold, and darkness.
