| Author |
Quotes |
| Benjamin Franklin | Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day. |
| Benjamin Franklin | One today is worth two tomorrows. |
| Charles Mackay | There's a fount about to stream, There's a light about to beam, There's a warmth about to glow, There's a flower about to blow; There's a midnight blackness changing Into gray; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way. |
| Dale Carnegie | Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. |
| Evan Esar | Hope is tomorrow's veneer over today's disappointment. |
| Franklin Delano Roosevelt | The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today. |
| H G Wells | The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow. |
| Harrold Hill | You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays. |
| Jane Seymour | Live each day the fullest you can, not guaranteeing there'll be a tomorrow, not dwelling endlessly on yesterday. |
| Joey Adams | Of course, it's very easy to be witty tomorrow, after you get a chance to do some research and rehearse your ad libs. |
| John Keats | There is a budding morrow in midnight. |
| Margaret Mitchell | After all, tomorrow is another day. |
| Martial | Too late is tomorrow's life; live for today. |
| William Congreve | Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise, Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please. |
| William Marsden | To-morrow never yet On any human being rose or set. |
| William S Gilbert | Oh! to be wafted away From this black Aceldama of sorrow, Where the dust of an earthy to-day Makes the earth of a dusty to-morrow. |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | Light tomorrow with today. |
| Horatius Flaccus | Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Who cries to me, "Remember Barmecide, And tremble to be happy with the rest." And I make answer, "I am satisfied, I dare not ask, I know not what is best, God hath already said what shall betide." |
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