Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.

Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.

All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

Does not all the blood within me_x000D_ _x000D_ Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee,_x000D_ _x000D_ As the springs to meet the sunshine.

Ah, how skillful grows the hand_x000D_ _x000D_ That obeyeth Love's command!_x000D_ _x000D_ It is the heart, and not the brain,_x000D_ _x000D_ That to the highest doth attain,_x000D_ _x000D_ And he who followeth Love's behest_x000D_ _x000D_ Far excelleth all the rest!

Love is sunshine, hate is shadow,_x000D_ _x000D_ Life is checkered shade and sunshine.

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts

Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of the Night, That can soothe thee, or affright, - Be these henceforth thy theme. (excerpt from "Voices of the Night")

Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp,-- The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls.

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.