Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation!

Write on your doors the saying wise and old. "Be bold!" and everywhere - "Be bold; Be not too bold!" Yet better the excess Than the defect; better the more than less sustaineth him and the steadiness of his mind beareth him out.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said, Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.

There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.

There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.