Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

American poet

Alive from: 1819-1892

Category: Poets (Contemporary)

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  Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

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  All things must change to something new, to something strange.

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

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  I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.

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  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.

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  A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
  

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  A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.
  

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  A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
  

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  Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

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  All the means of action - the shapeless masses - the materials - lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius.''

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  All things come round to him who will but wait.

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  And the night shall be filled with music, and the cares, that infest the day, shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, and as silently steal away.

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  Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.

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  Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.

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  Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procreates turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.