Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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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

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The human voice is the organ of the soul. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Youth comes but once in a lifetime. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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