Sam Walter Foss Quotes

A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead;
They followed still his crooked way
And lost a hundred years a day;
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.

The sweet mellifluous milking of the cow.

Strew gladness on the paths of men—
You will not pass this way again.

There are purple grapes in the Land of Git-Thare.

I say the very things that make the greatest Stir
An' the most interestin' things, are things that did n't occur.

Bring me men to match my mountains,
Bring me men to match my plains,
Men with empires in their purpose,
And new eras in their brains.

He had a startling genius, but somehow it did n't emerge;
Always on the evolution of things that would n't evolve;
Always verging toward some climax, but he never reached the verge;
Always nearing the solution of some theme he could not solve.

We felt the universe wuz safe, an' God wuz on his throne.