Quotes By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

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

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

Into each life some rain must fall.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.

If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

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