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.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWEvery man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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The human voice is the organ of the soul.
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Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
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Sometimes we may learn more from a man’s errors, than from his virtues.
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He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
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In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
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Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
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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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The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
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The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
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The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
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The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
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The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
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I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
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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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