Will Rogers
Will Rogers
William Penn Adair "Will" Rogerswas an American cowboy, vaudeville performer, humorist, newspaper columnist, social commentator, and stage and motion picture actor...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMovie Actor
Date of Birth4 November 1879
CountryUnited States of America
happiness ease hours
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
musical mountain bells
And the Sabbath bell, That over wood and wild and mountain dell Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds most musical, most melancholy.
made crushed ill
The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still.
gay may madness
Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.
time temples half
By many a temple half as old as Time.
echoes youth birth
I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my youth, where are they?"--and an echo answered, "Where are they?
twilight games play
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene. Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play, And games and carols closed the busy day.
kindness gentle severe
Gentle to others, to himself severe.
time made chinks
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.
sunset play long
Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.
regret father heart
Almost all men are over anxious. No sooner do they enter the world than they lose that taste for natural and simple pleasures so remarkable in early life. Every hour do they ask themselves what progress they have made in the pursuit of wealth or honor and on they go as their fathers went before them till weary and sick at heart they look back with a sigh of regret to the golden time of their childhood.
funny marriage morning
It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.
short-love headstone knows
To know her was to love her.
brain links stamps
Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain; Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! Each stamps its image as the other flies!