Monday, January 24, 2011

Meandering we go . . .

Today is the birthday of William Congreve (January 24, 1670 – January 19, 1729), playwright and poet.

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."
- William Congreve

"Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness, speak cheering words while their ears can hear, and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them."
- William Congreve

"Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak."
- William Congreve

"Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, Tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise."
- William Congreve

"A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one."
- William Congreve

"He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views."
- William Congreve

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