C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Today

One to-day is worth two to-morrows.

Benjamin Franklin.

To-morrow life is too late: live to-day.

Martial.

Be wise to-day; ’tis madness to defer.

Young.

To-day is always different from yesterday.

Alexander Smith.

We know nothing of to-morrow; our business is to be good and happy to-day.

S. Smith.

Again he limiteth a certain day, saying in David, “To-day, after so long a time; as it is said, To-day if ye will hear his voice harden not your hearts.”

Bible.

Then what is the use of repining?
For where there’s a will there’s a way.
To-morrow the sun may be shining
Although it is cloudy to-day.

Old Song.

To-day is yesterday returned; returned
Full-powered to cancel, expiate, raise, adorn,
And reinstate us on the rock of peace:
Let it not share its predecessor’s fate,
Nor like its elder sisters die a fool.

Young.

So here hath been dawning
Another blue day.
Think wilt thou let it
Slip useless away?
Out of eternity
This new day is born;
Into eternity
At night will return.
Behold it aforetime
No eye ever did;
So soon it for ever
From all eyes is hid.

Carlyle.

A liberal worlding, gay philosopher
Art thou that lift’st thy young and yellow head
O’er the dim burial of the scarce-cold dead,
Building above thy brother’s sepulchre
A home of love, that sense might almost err,
Dreaming thine end therein to woo and wed
The flower-haired earth forever. Yet the red
In yonder West may well such dreams deter!
Yes, thou all-hail’d to-day, whose outstretched hand
Scatters loose riches on a bankrupt land
Even though thou art but a leaf from off the tree
Of yellowing time;—a grain of glistening sand,
Dashed from the waters of that unsailed sea
Where thou to-night shall sink, and I as soon may be.

Blanchard.

Thou art no dreamer, O thou stern To-day!
The dead past had its dreams; the real is thine.

Julia C. R. Dorr.

What dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day,
That comest o’er the mountains with swift feet?

Julia C. R. Dorr.

Our cares are all To-day, our joys are all To-day;
And in one little word, our life, what is it but—To-day?

Tupper.

Why shouldst thou fill to-day with sorrow about to-morrow, my heart?

Paul Flemming.

Every hour comes with some little fagot of God’s will fastened upon its back.

F. W. Faber.

Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!

Longfellow.

Out of eternity this new day is born; into eternity at night will return.

Carlyle.

Happy the man, and happy he alone—he who can call to-day his own.

Dryden.

To-morrow comes, and we are where? Then let us live to-day.

Schiller.

To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.

Dryden.

Days that need borrow no part of their good morrow from a forespent night of sorrow.

Crashaw.

It is when to-morrow’s burden is added to the burden of to-day that the weight is more than a man can bear.

George MacDonald.

To-day is ours; what do we fear?
To-day is ours; we have it here.
Let’s treat it kindly, that it may
Wish, at least, with us to stay.
Let’s banish business, banish sorrow;
To the gods belongs to-morrow.

Cowley.

Let the day’s work be done as its hours are passing. Let not the opportunity that is so fleeting, yet so full, pass neglected away.

Frothingham.

Often do the spirits of great events stride on before the events; and in to-day already walks to-morrow.

Coleridge.

To-day alone, I count my own,—
For God alone doth know,
Where I shall be, when o’er the lea,
The morrow’s sun doth glow.

Chas. Noel Douglas.

Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
To-morrow be to-day.

Longfellow.

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