Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThe life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
-
-
By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
Not 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 LONGFELLOW -
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.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW -
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.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW