A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The sea hath its pearls The heaven hath its stars But my heart, my heart Has its love. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
My designs and labors and aspirations are my only friends. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Aspiration Copy Share Image
All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Danger Copy Share Image
Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Anger Copy Share Image
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Defeat Copy Share Image
To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Charm Copy Share Image
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Children Copy Share Image
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If you once understand an author's character, the comprehension of his writings becomes easy. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Books Copy Share Image
O gift of God! O perfect day: Whereon shall no man work, but play; Whereon it is enough for me, Not to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Perhaps the greatest lesson which the lives of literary men teach us is told in a single word* Wait! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Lessons Copy Share Image
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bird Copy Share Image
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Children Copy Share Image
I have a passion for ballad. . . . They are the gypsy children of song, born under green hedgerows in the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ballad Copy Share Image
If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Calm Copy Share Image
A stiff letter galls one like a stiff shirt collar -- whilst a sheet garnished here and there with a careless blot… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Aspiration Copy Share Image
Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beautiful Copy Share Image
Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Animal Copy Share Image
Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Affection Copy Share Image
The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Cold Copy Share Image
Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Communication Copy Share Image
Races, better than we, have leaned on her wavering promise, Having naught else but Hope. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hope Copy Share Image
From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Action Copy Share Image
However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Evil Copy Share Image
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Advice Copy Share Image
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Angel Copy Share Image
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
People demand freedom only when they have no power. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Demand Copy Share Image
Search man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Grief Copy Share Image
People of a lively imagination are generally curious, and always so when a little in love. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Curiosity Copy Share Image
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
