One ship sails east and another sails west With the self-same winds that blow. Tis the set of the sail and not the gale Which determines the way they go. As the winds of the sea are the ways of fate As we voyage along through life, Tis the act of the soul that determines the goal, And not the calm or the strife.
|
A man's kiss is his signature
|
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies: And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers as in content, There falls on the old, gray city An influence luminous and serene, A shining peace.
|
Today we all speak, if not the same tongue, the same universal language. There is no one center, and time has lost its former coherence: East and West, yesterday and tomorrow exist as a confused jumble in each one of us. Different times and different spaces are combined in a here and now that is everywhere at once.
|
Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.
|
Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?
|
'I'm very brave generally,' he went on in a low voice 'Only today I happen to have a headache.'
|
The summer day is closed - the sun is set: Well they have done their office, those bright hours, The latest of whose train goes softly out In the red west. The green blade of the ground Has risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twig Has spread its plaited tissues to the sun; Flowers of the garden and the waste have blown And withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil, From bursting cells, and in their graves await Their resurrection. Insects from the pools Have filled the air awhile with humming wings, That now are still for ever; painted moths Have wandered the blue sky, and died again
|
Personality is the glitter that sends your little gleam across the footlights and the orchestra pit into that big black space where the audience is.
|
I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.
|
Good sex is like good Bridge: if you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand
|
Sunrays, leaning on our southern hills and lighting Wild cloud-mountains that drag the hills along, Oft ends the day of your shifting brilliant laughter Chill as a dull face frowning on a song. Ay, but shows the South-west a ripple-feathered bosom Blown to silver while the clouds are shaken and ascend Scaling the mid-heavens as they stream, there comes a sunset Rich, deep like love in beauty without end.
|
My advice to those who think they have to take off their clothes to be a star is, once you're boned, what's left to create the illusion? Let em wonder. I never believed in giving them too much of me.
|
A man can be short and dumpy and getting bald but if he has fire, women will like him
|
A woman is like a teabag, you never know how strong she is until you put her in hot water.
|
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best;
|
A dame that knows the ropes isn't likely to get tied up.
|
A man has one hundred dollars and you leave him two--that's subtraction.
|
A man's kiss is his signature.
|
Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly
|
A man has one hundred dollars and you leave him with two dollars, that's subtraction.
|
Everything's in the mind. That's where it all starts. Knowing what you want is the first step toward getting it.
|
God has been replaced, as he has all over the West, with respectability and air conditioning.
|
A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything.
|
Don't marry a man to reform him - that's what reform schools are for
|
A man has one hundred dollars and you leave him with two dollars, that's subtraction
|
There were plenty of role models for us. My mother believed in education and she put all three of us through college at Grambling. She did not have a high school education, but it was something she impressed upon us. After I graduated, I left Texarkana for California, because I knew I could not get a job here. I was in business with certification and accounting, so I figured it was best to go out West. So I went there. It was still tough to get in that field, but things opened up for me.
|
An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises.
|
Give a man a free hand and he'll run it all over you
|
And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon;
|