Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.

Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and often times we call a man sad, when only he is sad.

Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new-created in all the freshness of childhood.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

Sit in reverie, and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

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.

"That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year."

"We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done."

Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

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.