1819-1892, American Poet
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Nostalgia]

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Children]

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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Children]

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, are merely shadows cast by outward things on stone or canvas, having in themselves no separate existence. Architecture, existing in itself, and not in seeming a something it is not, surpasses them as substance shadow.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Architecture]

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.''
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Genius]

All things come round to him who will but wait.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Patience]

All things must change to something new, to something strange.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Change]

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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Night]

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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Arts and Artists]

Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Action]

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Critics and Criticism]

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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Critics and Criticism]

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Action]

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Youth]

Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait — not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always willing and fulfilling and accomplishing his task, that when the occasion comes he may be equal to the occasion.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Patience]

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Fame]

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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Age and Aging]

Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Service]

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Beginning]

He that respects himself is safe from others; He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – [Self-respect]

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