For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Topics: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

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.

Archly the maiden smiled, with eyes overrunning with laughter, Said, in a tremulous voice, 'Why...

Archly the maiden smiled, with eyes overrunning with laughter, Said, in a tremulous voice, 'Why...

Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine...

Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine...

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

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

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

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.

Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each...

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each...

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me...

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me...

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...

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of...

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of...

If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure...

If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure...

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping...

Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping...

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers...

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers...

Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in...

Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in...

Time makes all things worse

Time makes all things worse

Even miracles take a little time

Even miracles take a little time