John Vance Cheney Quotes

#1. The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart.

John Vance Cheney

#2. Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour.

John Vance Cheney

#3. I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.

John Vance Cheney

#4. The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too). He will be lisping and pledging to you.

John Vance Cheney

#5. A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose.

John Vance Cheney

#6. If so men's memories not a monument be,
None shalt thou have. Warm hearts, and not cold stone,
Must mark thy grave, or thou shalt lie, unknown.
Marbles keep not themselves; how then, keep thee?

John Vance Cheney

#7. The soul would have no rainbow, had the eyes no tears.

John Vance Cheney

#8. No command of art,
No toil, can help you hear;
Earth's minstrelsy falls clear
But on the listening heart.

John Vance Cheney

#9. I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.

John Vance Cheney

#10. The happiest heart that ever beat Was in some quiet breast That found the common daylight sweet, And left to Heaven the rest.

John Vance Cheney