Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.

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

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Into each life some rain must fall.

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.

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.