C. J. Dennis Quotes
1876–1938 Australia
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis (7 September 1876 – 22 June 1938), better known as C. J.
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Professional gardeners are usually rather earthy uncommunicative men with a deliberate manner, a slight stoop and the dull-fish-like eye of the confirmed pessimist.
You might grow bored with being good;
And, furthermore, I think you would.
Love is a gamble, an' there ain't no certs.
For many years it has been my habit to divide gardeners into three classes. These are professional gardeners, professional amateur gardeners, and amateur amateur gardeners.
"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
Fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
Get a —— move on,
Have some —— sense.
Learn the —— art of
Self de- —— -fence!
I disapprove of people who moot things.
Women is strange. You take my tip; I’m wise.
I know enough to know I'll never know
The ’uman female mind ...
It’s bad enough to be a bloke without one reel close friend;
But when your dog gives you the bird it’s pretty near the end.
But the snobs are ever with us, snobs of art, of place, of pelf.
And, reading this, I rather think I might be one myself.
Of all the gems in this wide world
(No matter what their hue be),
The one I find most beautiful
Is certainly the emerald.
They say the whole world’s down and out;
But here’s what I can’t see:
If every land, beyond all doubt,
In all the earth is up the spout—
Then who's the mortgagee?
We done poor Muvver proud when she went out—
A slap-up send-orf, trimmed wiv tears an' crape.
"Wot's in a name?" she sez. 'Struth, I dunno.
Billo is just as good as Romeo.
"How would I hold a husband? Is it that you’re askin’ me?
If it’s needful to hold, that is easily told—
Be the scruff of his neck!" said she.
Livin' an' lovin'; learnin' day be day;
Pausin' a minute in the barmy strife
To find that 'elpin' others on the way
Is gold coined fer your profit—sich is life.
Yeh live, yeh love, yeh learn; an' when yeh come
To square the ledger in some thortful hour,
The everlastin' answer to the sum
Must allus be, "Where's sense in gittin' sour?"
To mock the tree-lined highways of our dreaming,
Winding to pleasant plains and sunlit hills,
Loud-speakers yet may blare 'mid billboards screaming
To hymn the praise of someone’s priceless pills.
Wowser: an ineffably pious person who mistakes this world for a penitentiary and himself for a warder.
Livin' an' lovin'; learnin' to fergive
The deeds an' words of some un'appy bloke
Who's missed the bus—so 'ave I come to live,
An' take the 'ole mad world as 'arf a joke.