Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWAll things come round to him who will but wait.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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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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He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
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As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
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The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
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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.
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The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
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That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
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Into each life some rain must fall.
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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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In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
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Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
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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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All things must change to something new, to something strange.
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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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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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