Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Great is the art of beginning but greater is the art of ending.

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Be noble in every thought And in every deed!

Time ... is the life of the soul.

All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them but what is universal.

Be still sad heart and cease repining Behind the clouds is the sun still shining Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime and departing leave behind us footprints on the sands of time.

Day of the Lord as all our days should be!

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

Ships that pass in the night.

God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth That they might touch the hearts of men And bring them back to heaven again.

The soul ... is audible not visible.

Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms All its flowers and leaves and grasses.

Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven Blossomed the lovely stars the forget-me-nots of the angels.

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn so change of studies a dull brain.

To say the least a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in ones judgement of others.

Tomorrow is the mysterious unknown guest.

Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted wholly vain If rising on its wrecks at last To something nobler we attain.

Act-act in the living Present!