Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThe dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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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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Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine.
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Evil is only good perverted.
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Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
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It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
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However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.
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Resolve and thou art free.
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If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
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For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
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Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.
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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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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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Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
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Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing.
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They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.
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