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Born in February 27, 1807 / Died in March 24, 1882 / United States / English

Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death.
Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the night.
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.
Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!
To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
Resolve and thou art free.
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Evil is only good perverted.
The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.