For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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...
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine...
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
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...
Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me...
Music is the universal language of mankind.
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...
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.
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...
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in...
Time makes all things worse
Even miracles take a little time