A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Its reward is in the doing, And the rapture of pursuing Is the prize” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
You know I say just what I think, and nothing more and less. I cannot say one thing and mean another. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ Endymion The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers,— Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
