Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWTalk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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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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However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.
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Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning – an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.
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Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man’s enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
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For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
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By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.
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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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If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.
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Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.
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Evil is only good perverted.
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The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.
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The human voice is the organ of the soul.
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That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
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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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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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