Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
Category Archive: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Evil is only good perverted.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.