The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThe sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
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There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
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It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
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A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.
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Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
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Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
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If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
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The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
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In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
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A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
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Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person’s mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
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Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.
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The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.
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Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
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The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
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