There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach...

Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach...

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.

Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to...

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to...

It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why...

It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why...

It takes less time to do a thing right than it does to explain why...

It takes less time to do a thing right than it does to explain why...

Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.

Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands...

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands...

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...

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

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

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy...

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy...

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers,...

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers,...

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

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

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present,...

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present,...

Be still, sad heart! And cease repining; behind the clouds is the sun still shining;...

Be still, sad heart! And cease repining; behind the clouds is the sun still shining;...

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical...

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical...

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.

In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when...

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when...

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.