Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow cloakcoldlove Change image and share on social
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow crownfullghost Change image and share on social
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ceaseexquisitemusic Change image and share on social
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow blazedescenddull Change image and share on social
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow attaincompanionflight Change image and share on social
However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow evilfailuregood Change image and share on social
Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow attemptbeginclose Change image and share on social
Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow affectiontalkwaste Change image and share on social
Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow bodycloudydead Change image and share on social
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow doctordoorjoy Change image and share on social
