Arthur Guiterman Quotations

For the young Gaels of Ireland Are the lads that drive me mad, For half their words need footnotes And half their rhymes are bad.

God, give me hills to climb, And strength for climbing!

Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.

What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.

It takes a bee to get the honey out

I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals

Active minds that think and study, like swift brooks are seldom muddy.

The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!

The stones that critics hurl with harsh intent, a man may use to build his monument.

The porcupine, which one must handle gloved, may be respected, but is never loved.