For every hour of pain I have had a day of pleasure. For every moment of worry, an hour of content.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxI think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxWhy dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I do but bring Thee rest and calm. Then wherefore dost thou ban And curse me? Since the forming of God's plan I have not hurt or harmed a mortal thing, I have bestowed sweet balm for every sting, And peace eternal for earth's stormy span.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxGive us that grand word 'woman' once again, and let's have done with 'lady'; one's a term full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen; and one's a word for lackeys.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox