Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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A torn jacket is soon mended but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
The holiest of holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart The secret anniversaries of the heart.
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.
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.
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.
You know I say just what I think, and nothing more and less. I cannot say one thing and mean another.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society, as a blazing meteor when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.
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