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Who dares To say that he alone has found the truth?

Who dares To say that he alone has found the truth?

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Truth, Found, Dare
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1868). “The New England Tragedies”, p.39, London, G. Routledge and sons

I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Book, Lovers, Book Lover

To be strong is to be happy!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happiness, Strong, Laughter

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
Lying, Mean, Fire
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1849). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ; Complete in One Volume”, p.66

Truly, this world can go on without us, if we would but think so.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thinking, Self, World
"Hyperion".

Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Snakes, Enemy, Wish

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sympathy, Sports, Condolences
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1076, Delphi Classics

My own thoughts Are my companions.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Companion, My Own
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.800, Jazzybee Verlag

None but yourself who are your greatest foe.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Enemy, Foe
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2008). “Michael Angelo and Translations”, p.84, Wildside Press LLC

Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Country Love, Triumphant
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.130

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nature, Conceited, Self
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1886). “Outre-mer and Drift-wood”

I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Air, Arrows, Earth
'The Arrow and the Song' (1845)

Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing from the top of the house as if they had built it.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fire, Long, House
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1873). “Prose Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.454

An enlightened mind is not hoodwinked; it is not shut up in a gloomy prison till it thinks the walls of its dungeon the limits of the universe, and the reach of its own chain the outer verge of intelligence.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wall, Thinking, Mind
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.2238, Delphi Classics

Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Book, Reading, Giving
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.729, Library of America

In ourselves are triumph and defeat.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Victory, Triumph, Defeat
'The Poets' (1876)

Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hope, Kings, Cat
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1975, Delphi Classics

It is the heart and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Heart, Brain, Highest
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.127

Life like an empty dream flits by.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dream, Empty
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1845). “The Poets and Poetry of Europe: With Introductions and Biographical Notices”, p.656

God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Choices, Might, Wilderness
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1920). “The Courtship of Miles Standish, Elizabeth and Other Poems”

The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fall, Twilight, Hands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1039, Delphi Classics

It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Book, Order, Lovers

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection - itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lonely, Stars, Fall
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1849, Delphi Classics

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mind, Poetic, Purity
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1866). “Kavanagh. Driftwood”, p.305

However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Congratulations, Failure, Evil

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