926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder.

Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the selfsame ends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.

The natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshipped for a while; but at length they are overturned by the continual and silent progress of Truth, as the grim statues of Copan have been pushed from their pedestals by the growth of forest-trees, whose seeds were sown by the wind in the ruined walls.

What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries-these are but arbitrary and outward signs, the measure of Time, not Time itself. Time is the Life of the Soul.

Many a poem is marred by a superfluous word.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

When you ask one friend to dine, Give him your best wine! When you ask two, The second best will do!

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others.