926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air unrolled, The falling mantle of the Prophet seems.

Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.

Resolve and thou art free.

Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.