926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life’s golden fruit is shed.

God’s voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.

Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act – act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God’s-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o’er the sleeping dust.

Write on your doors the saying wise and old. “Be bold!” and everywhere – “Be bold; Be not too bold!” Yet better the excess Than the defect; better the more than less sustaineth him and the steadiness of his mind beareth him out.

After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon’s ring, Drops down into the night.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere.

Maiden, that read’st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it is not always May!