Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
And the night shall be filled with music And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs And as silently steal away.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate you are sure to wake up somebody.
All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them but what is universal.
Be still sad heart and cease repining Behind the clouds is the sun still shining Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.
Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime and departing leave behind us footprints on the sands of time.
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng but in ourselves are triumph and defeat.
God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth That they might touch the hearts of men And bring them back to heaven again.
Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms All its flowers and leaves and grasses.
Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven Blossomed the lovely stars the forget-me-nots of the angels.
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn so change of studies a dull brain.
To say the least a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted wholly vain If rising on its wrecks at last To something nobler we attain.
Look not mournfully into the past it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.