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Lyn Lifshin
1st April 1977
I try to make tea out of dust
Terry Wogan
2nd April 2002
The newspapers are having a field day
Ronald Reagan
3rd April 1981
Getting shot hurts
Wanda Gág
4th April 1915
Why should we consider the soul mortal?
John Wesley
5th April 1790
The bird has learned the bark of the dog
Robert Peary
6th April 1909
The Pole at Last!!!
Jules Renard
7th April 1894
It may lack elegance, but is infallible
Annie Cooper Boyd
8th April 1883
I do not seem to care for the “boys” very much
Hester Thrale
9th April 1791
My oldest Friend is at last going to leave me
Pierre Loti
10th April 1889
Some monstrous gullet suffocating with fury
Ida B. Wells
11th April 1887
O God is there no redress, no peace, no justice in this land for us?
Alan Rickman
12th April 2006
I have never been less communicative with a crew
Martha Van Orsdol
13th April 1892
How can men be so cruel, as many of them are
John Wilkes Booth
14th April 1865
I care not what becomes of me
Dorothy Wordsworth
15th April 1802
I never saw daffodils so beautiful
Paul Klee
16th April 1914
Color and I are one
John L’Heureux
17th April 1966
Poor wreck that I am
Charles Darwin
18th April 1832
Wonder, astonishment, and devotion
William Soutar
19th April 1939
We gather the world into the compass of our speculation
Kevin Coughlin
20th April 2014
Love Will Never Do without You
Frederick A. Hamilton
21st April 1912
The ocean is strewn with a litter of woodwork, chairs and bodies
Enid J. Wilson
22nd April 1960
At dusk it takes on a life of its own
Samuel Pepys
23rd April 1661
CORONACION DAY
Joseph Goebbels
24th April 1942
The British people are like children
Ivan Bunin
25th April 1919
We spend our lives in tense expectation
Beatrice Webb
26th April 1890
His tiny tadpole body…
B. R. Haydon
27th April 1845
Work under any circumstances
Thomas Merton
28th April 1947
I have been playing a new game called insomnia
Barbara Pym
29th April 1932
Oh Misery or the reverse!
Thomas Isham
30th April 1673
Not one in a hundred is sober
