“If all the lawyers were hanged tomorrow, and their bones were sold to a mah jong factory, we'd all be freer and safer, and our taxes would be reduced by almost a half.” IfsWould BeHalfTomorrowTaxesBonesLawyerFactories Author:H. L. Mencken
“We are now faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history, there is such a thing as being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Life often leaves us standing bare, naked, and dejected with a lost opportunity. . . . Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words, 'Too late.' ... Now let us begin. Now let us rededicate ourselves to the long and bitter, but beautiful, struggle for a new world.” WorldLongStillsFactsTodayBeautifulOpportunityLostStruggleWrittenTomorrowCivilizationLateMy FriendsStandingBonesNakedBitterToo LateNew WorldFierceThievesProcrastinationPatheticUrgencyUnfoldingBreaking SilenceConundrumsLost OpportunityDejected Author:Martin Luther King, Jr.
“In order to dance professionally, you have to start at a young age. No matter what, your muscle structure and your bones have to be groomed from a very young age. Nobody wakes up at 17 and decides to become a ballet dancer. I'm saying that and someone's going to be born tomorrow who decides to do that and I'm going to have my foot in my mouth.” MatterAgeYoungOrderBornFeetTomorrowMouthsWake UpNo Matter WhatStructureBonesMusclesDancerBalletYoung AgeBallet Dancer Author:Joan Chen
“We are faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow is today. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words ‘Too Late’.” StillsFactsTodayWrittenTomorrowCivilizationLateMy FriendsBonesToo LateThievesProcrastinationPatheticLost OpportunityDejected Author:Martin Luther King, Jr.
“Even this late it happens the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.” IfsDreamBodyLightHappensStarsAirTomorrowLateBreathsShiningWarmBonesDustCandleLitPillowBouquetsFlare Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“We are guilty of many errors and many faults, But our worst crime is abandoning the children, Neglecting the fountain of life. Many of the things we need can wait. The child cannot. Right now is the time his bones are being formed, His blood is being made, And his senses are being developed. To him we cannot answer 'Tomorrow.' His name is 'Today.'” NeedsChildrenMadeTodayNamesWaitingAnswersBloodChildhoodWorstCrimeTomorrowRight NowErrorsFaultsBonesSensesGuiltyNeglectFountain Author:Gabriela Mistral