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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
February 27, 1807 - March 24, 1882
Nationality: American
Category: Poet
Subcategory: American Poet

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.


Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.


Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.


If 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.


Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.


Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.


A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.


In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.


Youth comes but once in a lifetime.


There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.


It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.


Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.


Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.


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.


In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.


Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose.


The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.


Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.


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


Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.


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