Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Every 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 Longfellow

"Then followed that beautiful season…Summer…Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Softly the evening came with the sunset."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Let us then be up and doing, with a heart for any fate."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"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 Longfellow

"There is no grief like the grief that does not speak."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Into each life some rain must fall."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Every heart has its secret sorrows."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Perseverance is a great element of success; if you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Music is the language spoken by angels."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"He that respects himself is safe from others."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"He that respects himself is safe from others; he wears a coat of mail that none can pierce."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Music is the universal language of mankind."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Music is the universal language of mankind"

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Age is an opportunity no less than youth itself."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him lies on the paths of men."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart: The secret anniversaries of the heart."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart, the secret anniversaries of the heart..."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The day is done, and the darkness falls from the wings of Night."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Youth comes but once in a lifetime."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The best thing one can do when it is raining, is to let it rain."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Resolve and thou art free."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Old age is an opportunity like youthfulness, although in a different dress. As the evening lights fade away, the sky shines with invisible stars during daytime."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed by the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Flowers with the sweetest odors filled all the sunny air, and not alone refreshed the sense, but stole the mind from care."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees filled all the air with fragrance and with joy."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"I heard the bells on Christmas Day / Their old familiar carols play."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"That beautiful season, the summer! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if newly created in all the freshness of childhood."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Give what you have. To someone it may be better than you dare to think."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"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 Longfellow

"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The grave itself is but a covered bridge, leading from light to light, through a brief darkness."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"All things are symbols: the external shows of nature have their image in the mind, as flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Architecture is the bony structure of civilization."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"It takes less time to do things right than to explain why you did it wrong."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

""It takes less time to do things right than to explain why you did it wrong.""

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"And in despair I bowed my head There is no peace on earth, I said, For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men. Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail With peace on earth, good will to men."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow