Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.

All things come round to him who will but wait.

Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.

And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.

In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other than it is. This alone is health and happiness.

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.