C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


There is no small pleasure in pure water.


It is wretched business to be digging a well just as thirst is mastering you.


  • The incessant fever of that arid thirst
  • Which welcomes as a well the clouds that burst
  • Above their naked heads, and feels delight
  • In the cold drenchings of the stormy night.
  • Byron.

  • The panting thirst, which scorches in the breath
  • Of those that die the soldier’s fiery death,
  • In vain impels the burning mouth to crave
  • One drop—one last—to cool it for the grave.
  • Byron.

  • Till taught by pain,
  • Men really know not what good water’s worth
  • If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,
  • Or with a famish’d boat’s-crew had your berth,
  • Or in the desert heard the camel’s bell,
  • You’d wish yourself where truth is—in a well.
  • Byron.