Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

«Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Lives of great men all remind us»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Resolve, and thou art free. But breathe the air»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Think of your woods and orchards without birds!»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in the night.»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart»

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


«Let us labor for an inward stillness--»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Thus it is our daughters leave us,»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«As Unto the bow the the cord is ,»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«And oft the blessed time foretells»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it;»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«I have you fast in my fortress,»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Art is long, and Time is fleeting,»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«By the shores of Gitche Gumee,»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Music is the universal language of mankind.»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


«Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought»

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow