Washington Irving Quotes

Great minds have purposes; little minds have wishes. Little minds are subdued by misfortunes; great minds rise above them.

Great minds have purposes; little minds have wishes. Little minds are subdued by misfortunes; great minds rise above them.

The idol of to-day pushes the hero of yesterday out of our
recollection, and will, in turn, be supplanted read more

The idol of to-day pushes the hero of yesterday out of our
recollection, and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor
of to-morrow.

Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the read more

Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

As I sat on a sunny bank
On Christmas day in the morning
I spied three ships read more

As I sat on a sunny bank
On Christmas day in the morning
I spied three ships come sailing in.

There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of read more

There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.

A tart temper never mellows with age; and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with read more

A tart temper never mellows with age; and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.

Here's to your good health, and your family's good health, and
may you all live long and prosper.

Here's to your good health, and your family's good health, and
may you all live long and prosper.

His very faults smack of the raciness of his good qualities.

His very faults smack of the raciness of his good qualities.

The moon of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry
of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the read more

The moon of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry
of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of
the screechowl.