I dislike society because conversation exhausts my brain more than silent thought - again, I cannot hold my water long enough for a prolonged conversation. W. H. Davies More Quotes by W. H. Davies More Quotes From W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare. W. H. Davies stresshumorlife Now shall I walk or shall I ride? 'Ride,' Pleasure said; 'Walk,' Joy replied. W. H. Davies hikingjoylife No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere. W. H. Davies bodymattermind What is this life if, full of care, W. H. Davies starseyespiritual As long as I love Beauty I am young. W. H. Davies younglove-islong I turned my head and saw the wind, W. H. Davies lonelydarkhair When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door. W. H. Davies moneydoorsmen When on a summer's morn I wake, W. H. Davies summersongsweet Yes, I will spend the livelong day W. H. Davies homesheeplying Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink. W. H. Davies beerfoodsympathy It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues. W. H. Davies lovelyrainbowhue What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity! W. H. Davies happy-daydreamsweet But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near. W. H. Davies strangecatsleep Peace to these little broken leaves, That strew our common ground; That chase their tails, like silly dogs, As they go round and round. For though in winter boughs are bare, Let us not once forget Their summer glory, when these leaves Caught the great Sun in their strong net; And made him, in the lower air, Tremble - no bigger than a star! W. H. Davies strongdogsummer I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind. W. H. Davies kindmindheart Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light. W. H. Davies butterflysleepnight And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song. W. H. Davies simplesongthinking I cannot see the short, white curls W. H. Davies animalmenblood What is this life if, so full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. W. H. Davies There is quite a large clan of Scotties among American beggars. He is a good beggar for the simple reason that he is a good talker. Almost every Scotch beggar I met in the States of America was inclined to be talkative, and yet they all managed to conceal their private affairs. W. H. Davies goodsimplereasonamerica
