Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
All common things – each day’s events, That with the hour begin and end; Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.
He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder. He had moccasins enchanted, Magic moccasins of deer-skin; When he bound them round his ankles, When upon his feet he tied them, At each stride a mile […]
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving… Give what you have. To someone it may be better than you dare to think.
The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.
All things must change. To something new, to something strange.
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews to challenge every new author.
