Quotes by James Whitcomb Riley

“He Is Not DeadI cannot say, and I will not sayThat he is dead. He is just away.With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,He has wandered into an unknown landAnd left us dreaming how very fairIt n...”

“A Parting GuestWhat delightful hosts are theyLife and Love!Lingeringly I turn away,This late hour, yet glad enoughThey have not withheld from meTheir high hospitality.So, with face lit with delight...”

“When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.”

“When you awaken some morning and hear that somebody or other has been discovered, you can put it down as a fact that he discovered himself years ago - since that time he has been toiling, working, ...”

“The anger of a person who is strong, can always bide its time.”

“O it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.”

“It is no use to grumble and complain It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice When God sorts out the weather and sends rain-Why rain's my choice.”

“And he shall reign a goodly king And sway his hand o'er every clime With peace writ on his signet ring Who bides his time.”

“Who bides his time tastes the sweet Of honey in the saltiest tear And though he fares with slowest feet Joy runs to meet him drawing near.”

“As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known So I turn the leaves of Fancy till in shadowy design I find the smiling features of an ...”

“To make the world a friendly place one must show it a friendly face.”

“A Parting GuestWhat delightful hosts are they—Life and Love!Lingeringly I turn away,This late hour, yet glad enoughThey have not withheld from meTheir high hospitality.So, with face lit with deligh...”

“It is no use to grumble and complain It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice When God sorts out the weather and sends rain-Why rain's my choice.”

“O it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.”

“Who bides his time tastes the sweet Of honey in the saltiest tear And though he fares with slowest feet Joy runs to meet him drawing near.”

“As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known So I turn the leaves of Fancy till in shadowy design I find the smiling features of an old...”

“To make the world a friendly place one must show it a friendly face.”

“The ripest peach is highest on the tree.”

“One naked star has waded through The purple shadows of the night,And faltering as falls the dew It drips its misty light.”

“O’er folded blooms, On swirls of musk,The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.”