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
sadness sunshine appreciate
If there were no valleys of sadness and death, we could never really appreciate the sunshine of happiness on the mountain top.
farewell may irish-drinking
Until we meet again, may the good Lord take a liking to you.
reading men fleas
A man who attempts to read all the new productions must do as the flea does,--skip.
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?
running art morning
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!
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.
children men childhood
Man to the last is but a froward child; So eager for the future, come what may, And to the present so insensible.
littles blank gentle
Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.
summer fire clouds
Kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire, As summer clouds flash forth electric fire.
heart understanding
Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.
shadow mountain evening
Vast and deep the mountain shadows grew.
sweet memories flower
Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
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!
mother children eye
The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd, The child is born by many a pang endear'd And now the mother's ear has caught his cry; O grant the cherub to her asking eye! He comes--she clasps him. To her bosom press'd He drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest.