926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox.

Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor.

Much must he toil who serves the Immortal Gods.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside.

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.

Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.