The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThat which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
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The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
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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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The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
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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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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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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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Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
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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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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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The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
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Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.
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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
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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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