No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow congratulationsfailureevil The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow anticipatereturngrace It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow loversorderbook Taste the joy Henry Wadsworth Longfellow tastespringjoy I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow book-loverloversbook It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow gratituderainlife Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow easterdreamlove All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow silentrainweather The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow strengthcriticismlying Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow learningmistaketime Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow labor-daytasksmorning The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark Henry Wadsworth Longfellow darkmemories For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow graceheartart Resolve and thou art free. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow freedomcommitmentart Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow businessgoodbyeart As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poeticpuritymind Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow godbeautyart Ah, how skillful grows the hand Henry Wadsworth Longfellow heartlifehands Age is opportunity no less than youth itself. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow happy-birthdaytwilightopportunity Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow strongerdustsoul
