James Thomas Fields Quotes

A farmer travelling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm.

What we sow in youth we reap in age; the seed of the thistle always produces the thistle.

Oh, to be home again, home again, home again! Under the apple-boughs, down by the mill!

How sweet and gracious, even in common speech, Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy! Wholesome as air and genial as the light, Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers, It transmutes aliens into trusting friends, And gives its owner passport round the globe.

Inner sunshine warms not only the heart of the owner, but all who come in contact with it.

Is n't God upon the ocean Just the same as on the land?

Courtesy gives its owner a passport round the world. It transmutes aliens into trusting friends.

The man who tells me an indelicate story does me an injury.

Just then, with a wink and a sly normal lurch, The owl very gravely got down from his perch, Walked round, and regarded his fault-finding critic (Who thought he was stuffed) with a glance analytic.

Let heaven-eyed Prudence battle with Desire.