Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust though art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

Joy and Temperance and Repose – Slam the door on the doctor’s nose.

Let us then be up and doing, with a heart for any fate.

It is folly to pretend that one ever wholly recovers from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. There are faces I can never look upon without emotion; there are names I can never hear spoken without almost starting to cry.

Deeds are better things than words are, actions mightier than boastings.

Decide not rashly. The decision made can never be recalled. The gods implore not, plead not, solicit not; they only offer choice and occasion, which once being passed return no more.

The strength of criticism lies only in the weakness of the thing criticized.

Some critics are like chimney-sweeper; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing out from the top of the house, as if they had built […]

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.