Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWMusic is the universal language of mankind.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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Love gives itself; it is not bought.
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As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
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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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Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
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Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
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Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.
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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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Music is the universal language of mankind.
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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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If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.
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Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
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There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
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Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
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There 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,
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