926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.

These, and far more than these, / The Poet sees! / He can behold / Aquarius old / Walking the fenceless fields of air; / And from each ample fold / Of the clouds about him rolled / Scattering everywhere / The showery rain, / As the farmer scatters his grain.

And from the realms / Of the shadowy elms / A tide-like darkness overwhelm / The fields that round us lie. / But the night is fair, / And everywhere / A warm, soft vapor fills the air, / And distant sounds seem near.

A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day. Their old familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeat. Of peace on earth goodwill to men.

T is a stairway, not a street, / That ascends the deep ravine, / Where the torrent leaps between / Rocky walls that almost meet.

The grave is but a covered bridge, leading from light to light, through a brief darkness.

He that respects himself is safe from others; he wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well; and doing well whatever you do, without a thought of fame.