Best 20 quotes of John Hay on MyQuotes

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

Break not the rose; its fragrance and beauty are surely sufficient, resting contented with these, never a thorn shall you feel.

Dealing with a government with whom mendacity is a science is an extremely difficult matter.

Friends are the sunshine of life.

I think that saving a little child And bringing him to his own, Is a derned sight better business Than loafing around the throne.

It would never occur to most of us that 'plants' say anything at all, except in terms of what we read into them, or try to use them for. Yet in their responses to this wonderfully rhythmic and varying earth they are the most expressive of all forms of life.

Maidens! why should you worry in choosing whom you shall marry? Choose whom you may, you will find you have got somebody else.

Make all good men your well-wishers, and then, in the years' steady sifting, Some of them turn into friends. Friends are the sunshine of life.

The best loved man or maid in the town would perish with anguish Could they hear all that their friends say in the course of a day.

The evils of tyranny are rarely seen but by him who resists it.

The people will come to their own at last,-God is not mocked forever.

There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the under currents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.

There are three species of creatures who when they seem coming are going, when they seem going they come: diplomats, women, and crabs.

The use of proverbs is characteristic of an unlettered people. They are invaluable treasures to dunces with good memories.

True luck consists not in holding the best of the cards at the table; luckiest is he who knows just when to rise and go home.

Unto each man comes a day when his favorite sins all forsake him, And he complacently thinks he has forsaken his sins.

What is first love worth, except to prepare for a second? What does second love bring? Only regret for the first.

And there, next to me, as the east wind blows in early fall, a season open to great migrations, are those lives, threading the air and waters of the sea, that come out of an incomparable darkness, which is also my own.

In a society so estranged from animals as ours, we often fail to credit them with any form of language. If we do, it comes under the heading of communication rather than speech. And yet, the great silence we have imposed on the rest of life contains innumerable forms of expression. Where does our own language come from but this unfathomed store that characterizes innumerable species? We are now more than halfway removed from what the unwritten word meant to our ancestors, who believed in the original, primal word behind all manifestations of the spirit. You sang because you were answered. The answers come from life around you. Prayers, chants, and songs were also responses to the elements, to the wind, the sun and stars, the Great Mystery behind them. Life on earth springs from a collateral magic that we rarely consult. We avoid the unknown as if we were afraid that contact would lower our sense of self-esteem.

This beach I voyage on leads me through the earth's immortal consistencies. Each form I encounter obeys the principles of perfection and trial, a timelessness in the making. The proportions of truth are at hand. Existence is celebrated in a splinter of driftwood, worn by wind-driven sand into the shape of an arrow. The onshore waves jostle each other, busy with their eternal changing, mixing crab shells, sand grains, and fish bones together. The trim little shorebirds feeding at the water's edge are acutely aware of one another, under the light and shadow leaning and drifting over all awareness. Wither own mysteries behind their beady eyes, their quick, advantageous movements, they follow the great, unifying sea." ~ John Hay. Bird of Light.