Top 54 John Fletcher Quotes
#1. A woman friend! He that believes that weakness, Steers in a stormy night without a compass.
John Fletcher
#3. He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.
John Fletcher
#5. In the afternoon, over gold screens,
I will brush the blue dust of my dreams.
John Gould Fletcher
#6. We must not be content to be cleansed from sin; we must be filled with the Spirit.
John Fletcher
#10. O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world O' the pleurisy of people.
John Fletcher
#11. Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile.
John Fletcher
#12. Fate! Fate! All things pass away; Life is forever, youth is for a day. Love again if you may Before the stars are blown out of the sky And the crickets die; Babylon and Samarkand Are mud walls in a waste of sand.
John Gould Fletcher
#13. Of all the forms of wisdom, hindsight is by general consent the least merciful, the most unforgiving.
John Fletcher
#14. God willing, we shall this day meet that old enemy
Who has give us so many a good beating.
Thank God we have a cause worth fighting for,
And a cause worth losing and a good song to sing.
John Gould Fletcher
#15. Drink today, and drown all sorrow; you shall perhaps not do tomorrow.
John Fletcher
#16. Speak boldly and speak truly, shame the devil.
John Fletcher
#17. Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face.
John Fletcher
#19. Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that 's gone;
Violets plucked, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
John Fletcher
#20. I find that the three truly great times for thinking thoughts are when I am standing in the shower, sitting on the john, or walking. And the greatest of these, by far, is walking.
Colin Fletcher
#21. Here upon earth there is life, and then death,
Dawn, and later nightfall,
Fire, and the quenching of embers:
But why should I not remember that my night is dawn in another part of the world,
If the idea fits my fancy?
John Gould Fletcher
#25. Wind of the night, Questing, swaying, calling, Rustle of dull grasses, Why do you trouble me?
John Gould Fletcher
#28. Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!
John Fletcher
#30. Go far - too far you cannot, still the farther. The more experience finds you: and go sparing. One meal a week will serve you, and one suit, through all your travels; for you'll find it certain.
John Fletcher
#31. 'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.
John Fletcher
#32. "Should I comfort those who do not mourn?" Some preachers are too quick and too willing to hand out pardons to sinners who do not mourn over their crimes!
John William Fletcher
#34. A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when the weeds begin to grow It's like a garden full of snow ...
John Fletcher
#35. Then, everlasting Love , restrain thy will; 'Tis god -like to have power, but not to kill.
John Fletcher
#36. That's the main reason I gave up my career after John was born and I was pregnant with Andrew. I could not handle going away day after day. The thought of going away before they got up and coming back after they were in bed was intolerable.
Louise Fletcher
#37. As I went through the city by day
I saw shadows in sunlight;
But in the night I saw everywhere
Stars within the darkness.
John Gould Fletcher
#39. Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit;
There is no cure 'gainst age but it. and
'Tis late and cold, stir up the fire;
Sit close and draw the table nigher;
Be merry and drink wine that is old,
A hearty medicine 'gainst the cold.
John Fletcher
#40. Fanaticism is the child of false zeal and of superstition, the father of intolerance and of persecution.
John William Fletcher
#41. Come landlord fill a flowing bowl until it does run over,
Tonight we will all merry be
tomorrow we'll get sober.
John William Fletcher
#42. Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.
John Fletcher
#43. O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
John Fletcher
#44. Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an immeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.
John Fletcher
#45. Yellow melon flowers Crawl beneath the withered peach-trees; A date-palm throws its heavy fronds of steel Against the scoured metallic sky.
John Gould Fletcher
#46. Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light.
John Fletcher
#47. Tyranny is yielding to the lust of the governing.
John Fletcher
#48. Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news.
John Fletcher
#49. The sins we do, people behold with optics,
Which shew them ten times more than common vices,
And often multiply them.
John William Fletcher
#50. That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.
John Fletcher
#53. He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober,
Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October;
But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow,
Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow.
John Fletcher
#54. Joys as winged dreams fly fast, / Why should sadness longer last? / Grief is but a wound to woe; / Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.
John Fletcher
