We are ne’er like angels till our passion dies.
—Thomas Dekker
Topics: Angels
Hair, ’tis the robe which curious nature weaves to hang upon the head, and to adorn our bodies.—When we were born, God doth bestow that garment.—When we die, then like a soft and silken canopy it still is over us.—In spite of death, our hair grows in the grave, and that alone looks fresh, when all our other beauty is gone.
—Thomas Dekker
Topics: Hair
The heart of man is of it selfe but little, yet great things cannot fill it: it is not big enough at one meale to satisfie a bird, and yet the whole world cannot satisfie it.
—Thomas Dekker
Topics: Heart
Honest labor bears a lovely face.
—Thomas Dekker
Topics: Labor
Were there no women, men might live like gods.
—Thomas Dekker
Topics: Men & Women, Women, Men
When all sins are old in us and go upon crutches, covetousness does but then lie in her cradle.
—Thomas Dekker
Patience! why, it is the soul of peace; of all the virtues, it is nearest kin to heaven; it makes men look like gods. The best of men that ever wore earth about him was a sufferer,—a soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit; the first true gentleman that ever breathed.
—Thomas Dekker
Topics: Patience
A mask of gold hides all deformities.
—Thomas Dekker
Topics: Gold
Sleep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
—Thomas Dekker
Topics: Sleep, Relaxation, Health, Rest
Cast away care; he that loves sorrow lengthens not a day, nor can he buy tomorrow.
—Thomas Dekker
Topics: Worry, Time Management
To awaken each morning with a smile brightening my face; to greet the day with reverence for the opportunitiesit contains; to approach my work with a clean mind; to hold ever before me, even in the doing of little things, the ultimate purpose toward which I am working; to meet men and women with laughter on my lips and love in my heart; to be gentle, kind, and courteous through all the hours; to approach the night with weariness that ever woos sleep and the joy that comes from work well done – this is how I desire to waste wisely my days.
—Thomas Dekker
A wise man poor is like a sacred book that’s never read; to himself he lives and to all else seems dead.
—Thomas Dekker
Topics: Poverty
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