Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWWhoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man’s enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.
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Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
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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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A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
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Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
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Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.
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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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All things come round to him who will but wait.
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The human voice is the organ of the soul.
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There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
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The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
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All things must change to something new, to something strange.
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Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
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The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
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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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