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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Each morning sees some task begun Each evening sees it close. Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All things must change to something new, to something strange.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it: Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The heights by 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

In this world, a man must either be anvil or hammer.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Let the dead Past bury its dead!- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Give what you have. To someone else it may be better than you dare to think.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Time ... is the life of the soul.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All things come round to him who will but wait.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining, Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall, - Some days must be dark and dreary.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow