If we could read the secret history of our enemies. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow tasks morning night He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow labor-day faces men Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow cold literature love The soul...is audible, not visible. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow visible soul spiritual The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow dawn love night Love gives itself; it is not bought. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow famous-love short-love love Art is the child of Nature. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow nature children art The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow stories heart friendship All your strength in is your union. All your danger is in discord. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow diversity strength brother Nothing that is can pause or stay. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow pauses change The nearer the dawn the darker the night. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow adversity depression motivational That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow fountain return literature 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! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow xmas christmas sweet All nature ... is a respiration Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing hereafter Will inhale it into his bosom again, So that nothing but God alone will remain. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow breathing nature spirit Welcome, Disappointment! Thy hand is cold and hard, but it is the hand of a friend. Thy voice is stern and harsh, but it is the voice of a friend. Oh, there is something sublime in calm endurance, something sublime in the resolute, fixed purpose of suffering without complaining, which makes disappointment oftentimes better than success! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow voice disappointment hands If a woman shows too often the Medusa's head, she must not be astonished if her lover is turned into stone. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow medusa women stones Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow good-friend best-friend friendship There is no grief like the grief that does not speak. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow grief sympathy death Who dares Henry Wadsworth Longfellow dare truth found The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow fundraising dream men
