William Watson Quotations

We hold our hate too choice a thing, for light and careless lavishing.

Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.

Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.

The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent.

Yes, threadbare seem his songs, to lettered ken - they were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.

Personally, I do not believe that we shall have greater armaments in the future than we have had in the past. On the contrary, I believe there will be a gradual diminution in this respect.

One of the projects we're working on right now is increasing the capacity for the Bay Area's community colleges to meet the needs of the Bay Area life sciences industry.

Obviously the people feel it was too much of an increase, and we have to listen to the voters. In the next couple of days we'll make some phone calls and find out what people wanted. We'll need to come as close to a 0 percent increase as we can.

Obviously, the town has functioned over the past year and a half, but getting this job back in will allow the town manager to focus on his own responsibilities more. It's about better service to the town.

I suspect that someone removed the labels I affixed to the literature and that he or she or their surrogate plans on filing a complaint. The purpose of this letter is to advise your office that no pieces of literature were distributed without the required disclaimer and that I believe that if a complaint is filed someone is tampering with my literature to make a false complaint. Obviously, affixing labels was not the best short-term solution but the problem was addressed immediately and a long-term solution was achieved.

It lifted the vehicle 2 feet in the air. I was on fire, but I was able to climb out and roll away.

It was a short-term solution, maybe not the best one, but a short-term solution nonetheless, ... We had the three of us to triple-check so we knew that all of the flyers had the disclaimer on them. All the flyers we passed out had the label on them.

I called him to find out where he got the pamphlet and all he said was it was missing the label, ... I asked him when he got it and he said he got it on Saturday, which was five days before I saw them. I asked him why he didn't bother to call me and let me know there was a defect in five days and why I had to hear it from Dan and not him. I've been trying to talk to him and sit down with him but he never returns my phone calls. I told him that I am as honest as the day is long and that if there was no label that obviously someone pulled it off.

Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy.

April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.

In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?

On from room to room I stray,Yet mine Host can ne'er espy,And I know not to this day,Whether guest or captive I.

Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.

Lord of the golden tongue and smiting eyes; Great out of season and untimely wise: A man whose virtue, genius, grandeur, worth, Wrought deadlier ill than ages can undo.

Too long, that some may rest, tired millions toil unblest.

God, eldest of Poets.

He saw wan Woman toil with famished eyes; He saw her bound, and strove to sing her free. He saw her fall'n; and wrote "The Bridge of Sighs"; And on it crossed to immortality.

Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.

A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new.

Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.

And though circuitous and obscureThe feet of Nemesis how sure!

The after-silence, when the feast is o'er,And void the places where the minstrels stood,Differs in nought from what hath been before,And is nor ill nor good.

O ye by wandering tempest sown 'Neath every alien star, Forget not whence the breath was blown That wafted you afar! For ye are still her ancient seed On younger soil let fall— Children of Britain's island-breed, To whom the Mother in her need Perchance may one day call.

Best they honor thee Who honor in thee only what is best.

Song is not Truth, not Wisdom, but the rose Upon Truths lips, the light in Wisdom's eyes.

His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.

Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1.

She is not old, she is not young, The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue. The haggard cheek, the hungering eye, The poisoned words that wildly fly, The famished face, the fevered hand, Who slights the worthiest in the land, Sneers at the just, contemns the brave, And blackens goodness in its grave...