The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.

Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Music is the universal language of mankind.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

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...

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is...

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is...

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and...

Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and...

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done,...

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done,...

Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man

Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man

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...

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

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

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

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...

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

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

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...

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

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...

Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the...

Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the...

The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b)...

The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b)...

I have felt it and lived it and now it leaves me here, love is...

I have felt it and lived it and now it leaves me here, love is...

Grumbling is the death of love.

Grumbling is the death of love.