Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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 Procrustes turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

All things must change to something new, to something strange.

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

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

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

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

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

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society, as a blazing meteor when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear.

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

Learn to labour and to wait.

Let us, then be up and doing,<br> With a heart for any fate;<br> Still achieving, still pursuing,<br> Learn to labour and to wait.

Give what you have. To some it may be better than you dare think.

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

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

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.

Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.

It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought. Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.

Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. In is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and a manly heart.

You know I say just what I think, and nothing more and less. I cannot say one thing and mean another.