Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWSomething attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThe counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWIf we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThe Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWHowever things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWMost people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThere is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
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 LONGFELLOWMan is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThe sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
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 LONGFELLOWBuild today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWMorality 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.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWIt is a beautiful trait in the lover’s character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
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.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThere are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret,
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW