Quote #19097
To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned...
Category Archives: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Quote #19113
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
Quote #19098
The holiest of holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart The...
Quote #19114
Trust no future, however pleasant Let the dead past bury its dead Act, –...
Quote #19099
Talk not of wasted affection affection never was wasted.
Quote #19115
The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.
Quote #19100
Sometimes we may learn more from a man’s errors, than from his virtues.
Quote #19116
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
Quote #19101
Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars,...
Quote #19117
To which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.