A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThe rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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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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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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Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine.
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Sometimes we may learn more from a man’s errors, than from his virtues.
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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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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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Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
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Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
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The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
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It is a beautiful trait in the lover’s character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
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Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
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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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Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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All things come round to him who will but wait.
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