Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWNot in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWNot in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWA single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWJoy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWWhoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man’s enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWEvery man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWWhenever nature leaves a hole in a person’s mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWIf you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWShips that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThere are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret,
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWCritics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWOnly 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.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWSpilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWYouth comes but once in a lifetime.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWLook not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW