In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWIn character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWWhenever nature leaves a hole in a person’s mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWIt is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWIt is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWSit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWLook not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWYouth comes but once in a lifetime.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWEach morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWWhoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man’s enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWOnly 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 LONGFELLOWMost people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWA single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWMen of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWA torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWTalk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW