Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave

Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Topics: Art Quotes, Heart Quotes, Time Quotes

Music is the universal language of mankind.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal...

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal...

For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as...

For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as...

Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while...

Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while...

All things must change to something new, to something strange.

All things must change to something new, to something strange.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and...

Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and...

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by...

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by...

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

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

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

Do not condemn the judgment of another because it differs from your own. You may...

Do not condemn the judgment of another because it differs from your own. You may...

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all...

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all...

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world...

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world...

Music is the universal language of mankind

Music is the universal language of mankind

Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the...

Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the...

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind...

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind...

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow...

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow...

Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit.

Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit.

If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood...

If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood...

Beauty and sadness always go together. Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth Upon...

Beauty and sadness always go together. Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth Upon...