Better days are coming. They are called Saturday and Sunday. ~Author unknown
When do we journey down to town?
If rough or fine, if rain or shine,
When do we smooth our wrinkles out?
When do we nurse our corns and gout?
When do we heal our wounds and smarts?
When do we make our pies and tarts?
When do the children loudest shout?
When bring the choicest playthings out?
When do we take our trips and jaunts?
When do we gather fruits and flower,
And spend our happy half-day hours,
In shady lanes and mossy bowers?
~Jane Moore, “Saturday,” Wild Flowers of Song, 1880 [A little altered. “With love to all my fellow-creatures, yours sincerely, Jane Moore, Bolton-le-Moors.”
Every man has a right to a Saturday night bath. ~Lyndon B. Johnson
Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through. ~Anthony Burgess
Most people are in a factory from nine till five. Their job may be to turn out 263 little circles. At the end of the week they’re three short and somebody has a go at them. On Saturday afternoons they deserve something to go and shout about. ~Rodney Marsh, 1969
How pleasant is Saturday night,
When I’ve tried all the week to be good,
And not spoke a word that was bad,
And obliged everyone that I could.
On the Sixth Day, God created man, the sort of result you often get when you go in to work on a Saturday. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Middle age is when you’re sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn’t for you. ~Ogden Nash