For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Difficulty on the way to victory is opportunity for God to work — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Adversity Copy Share Image
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Inspirational Copy Share Image
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Criticism Copy Share Image
O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Adventure Copy Share Image
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, whjle others judge us by what we have already done. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Compensation Copy Share Image
All your strength in is your union. All your danger is in discord. Therefore be at peace henceforward, And as brothers live… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Brother Copy Share Image
But the good deed, through the ages Living in historic pages, Brighter grows and gleams immortal, Unconsumed by moth or rust. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Aspiration Copy Share Image
The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Book Copy Share Image
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Fame Copy Share Image
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Destiny Copy Share Image
Two ways the rivers Leap down to different seas, and as they roll Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence Becomes… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The motives and purposes of authors are not always so pure and high, as, in the enthusiasm of youth, we sometimes imagine.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Authorship Copy Share Image
What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Adoration Copy Share Image
“If the mind, which rules the body, ever forgets itself so far as to trample upon its slave, the slave is never… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Psychology Copy Share Image
So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Architect Copy Share Image
Dost thou know what a hero is? Why, a hero is as much as one should say, a hero. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hero Copy Share Image
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Astronomy Copy Share Image
There is nothing perfectly secure but poverty. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Cybersecurity Copy Share Image
And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Inspirational Copy Share Image
Will without power is like children playing at soldiers. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Children Copy Share Image
The strength of criticism lies only in the weakness of the thing criticized — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Criticism Copy Share Image
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Friendship Copy Share Image
Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
With useless endeavour Forever, forever, Is Sisyphus rolling His stone up the mountain! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Action Copy Share Image
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Dream Copy Share Image
When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Book Copy Share Image
