Charles Dudley Warner Quotes
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A boy has a natural genius for combining business with pleasure.
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I am convinced that the majority of people would be generous from selfish motives, if they had the opportunity.
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The tenure of a literary reputation is the most uncertain and fluctuating of all.
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To poke a wood fire is more solid enjoyment than almost anything else in the world.
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Each age has its choice of the death it will die.
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To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds, and watch the renewal of life - this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.
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We are half ruined by conformity, but we should be wholly ruined without it.
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How many wars have been caused by fits of indigestion, and how many more dynasties have been upset by the love of woman than by the hate of man?
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People always overdo the matter when they attempt deception.
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The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest.
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The chief effect of talk on any subject is to strengthen one's own opinions, and, in fact, one never knows exactly what he does believe until he is warmed into conviction by the heat of attack and defence.
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Goodness comes out of people who bask in the sun, as it does out of a sweet apple roasted before the fire.
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It is fortunate that each generation does not comprehend its own ignorance. We are thus enabled to call our ancestors barbarous.
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Happy is said to be the family which can eat onions together. They are, for the time being, separate, from the world, and have a harmony of aspiration.
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If there was any petting to be done...he chose to do it. Often he would sit looking at me, and then, moved by a delicate affection, come and pull at my coat and sleeve until he could touch my face with his nose, and then go away contented.
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Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.
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There is no beauty like that which was spoiled by an accident; no accomplishments and graces are so to be envied as those that circumstances rudely hindered the development of.
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Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.
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Nature is, in fact, a suggester of uneasiness, a promoter of pilgrimages and of excursions of the fancy which never come to any satisfactory haven.
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Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it.
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There is but one pleasure in life equal to that of being called on to make an after-dinner speech, and that is not being called on to make one.
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There is life in the ground; it goes into the seeds and also when it is stirred up goes into the man who stirs it.
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What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.
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It is difficult to be emphatic when no one is emphatic on the other side.
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The world so quickly adjusts itself after any loss, that the return of the departed would nearly always throw it, even the circle most interested, into confusion.
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The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the world.
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Nothing shows one who his friends are like prosperity and ripe fruit.
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The excellence of a gift lies in its appropriateness rather than in its value
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There is no such thing as absolute value in this world. You can only estimate what a thing is worth to you.
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There is no moment of delight in any pilgrimage like the beginning of it.
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