A Psalm of Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, […]
No one is so accursed by fate, no one is so utterly desolate, but some heart, though unknown, responds unto his own. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
To be strong is to be happy. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God, and secret passages, running deep beneath external nature, give their thoughts intercourse with higher intelligences, which strengthens and consoles them, and of which the laborers on the surface do not even dream. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
So Nature deals with us, and takes away our playthings one by one, and by the hand leads us to rest. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
Who dares to say that he alone has found the truth? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
Patience is powerful. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
