You know I say just what I think, and nothing more and less. I cannot say one thing and mean another.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotations
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Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
Life is real Life is earnest And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Let us, then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
We judge ourselves by what we are capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought. Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.
Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Give what you have. To some it may be better than you dare think.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
A torn jacket is soon mended but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
Know how sublime a thing is to suffer and be strong.
Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
?Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.?
For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.?
The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
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.
Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.
Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted,
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters returning
Back to their springs, like the rain shall fill them full of refreshment;
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters returning
Back to their springs, like the rain shall fill them full of refreshment;
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
The holiest of holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart The secret anniversaries of the heart.
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.
It takes less time to do things right than to explain why you did it wrong.
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate Still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
Learn to labour and to wait.
Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procrustes turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.
If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society, as a blazing meteor when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
To which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
All the means of action - the shapeless masses - the materials - lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.
All things must change to something new, to something strange.
Talk not of wasted affection affection never was wasted.
Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. In is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and a manly heart.