Quotes from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

None but yourself who are your greatest foe.

Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep.

Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead!

The heights by men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

Give what you have. To someone else it may be better than you dare to think.

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

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust. Let us be merciful as well as just.

Let us then be up and doing, with a heart for any fate.

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.

The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Be noble in every thought And in every deed!

All things come round to him who will but wait.

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!

Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

Ships that pass in the night.

The soul ... is audible, not visible.

Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms, All its flowers, and leaves, and grasses.

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.