926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Footprints, that perhaps another, Travelling o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.

Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.

Every house was an inn where all were welcomed and feasted.

He that respects himself is safe from others.

Oh, there is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love—the first fluttering of its silken wings—the first rising sound and breath of that wind which is so soon to sweep through the soul, to purify or to destroy.

Oh, though oft depressed and lonely, / All my fears are laid aside, / If I but remember only / Such as these have lived and died!

Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

Most people would succeed in small things, if they were not troubled with great ambitions.