There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
The bravest are the tenderest. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The bravest are the tenderest.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep ou… - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep ou…
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
None but yourself who are your greatest foe. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
None but yourself who are your greatest foe.
Will without power is like children playing at soldiers. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Will without power is like children playing at soldiers.
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.
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