Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
Brief author info: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) American poet and translator.
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Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art is of ending.
As the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars invisible by day.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat, Of peace on earth, Good-will to men!
Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of streets.
Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!
Love is being stupid together.
Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding.
Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together.
Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.