I'm really very sorry for you all, but it's an unjust world, and virtue is triumphant only in theatrical performances. W. S. Gilbert More Quotes by W. S. Gilbert More Quotes From W. S. Gilbert A policeman's lot is not a happy one W. S. Gilbert policemen Is life a boon? If so, it must befall That Death, whene'er he call, Must call too soon. W. S. Gilbert boon ifs death When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter. W. S. Gilbert simple blessed long I accept refreshment at any hands, however lowly. W. S. Gilbert refreshments accepting hands Life's perhaps the only riddle That we shrink from giving up. W. S. Gilbert riddle giving-up life When you are lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is tabooed by anxiety, I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in without impropriety. W. S. Gilbert indulge-in anxiety lying Faint heart never won fair lady! W. S. Gilbert winning heart blood Bless your heart, they don't mind--they're exceedingly W. S. Gilbert heart funny long poverty is obsolete and hunger is abolished W. S. Gilbert hunger obsolete poverty No good play is a success; fine writing and high morals are useless on the stage. I have been scribbling twaddle for thirty-five years to suit the public taste, and I should know. W. S. Gilbert play writing years You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases of complicated state of mind. The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind. W. S. Gilbert phrases mind lying Let the punishment fit the crime. W. S. Gilbert punishment fit crime I am the very model of a modern Major-General, I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral, I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical, From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical. W. S. Gilbert fighting military kings See how the Fates their gifts allot, For A is happy-B is not. Yet B is worthy, I dare say, Of more prosperity than A. W. S. Gilbert prosperity dare fate Oh! a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon, W. S. Gilbert morning night funny In short, whoever you may be, To this conclusion you'll agree, When every one is somebodee, Then no one's anybody! W. S. Gilbert conclusion agree may Who knows but we may count among our intellectual chickens W. S. Gilbert rap intellectual may Ah, pray no mistake, We are not shy; We're very wide awake The Moon and I. W. S. Gilbert shy moon mistake And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist-- W. S. Gilbert novelists anomalies thinking It's true I've got no shirts to wear; W. S. Gilbert bills blue looks
