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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1819-1892
 American Poet

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882

Every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; \ Amid these earthly damps \ What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers \ May be heaven's distant lamps. -Longfellow (1819-1892)

Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine. -Longfellow (1819-1892)

Every dewdrop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, poet (1807-1882)

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody., Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1819-1892, American Poet

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, poet (1807-1882)

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society, as a blazing meteor when it descends to earth, is only a stone. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, poet (1819-1892)

It takes less time to do things right that to explain why you did it wrong. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1819-1892, American Poet

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. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, poet (1807-1882)

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, / And all the sweet serenity of books. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, poet (1807-1882)

Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing; / Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; / So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, / Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, poet (1807-1882)