Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

Music is the universal language of mankind. . . . poetry their universal pastime and delight.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

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, and with a manly heart.

All things come round to him who will but wait.

The prayer of Ajax was for light.

Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

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.

Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care; Our egress from the world Will be nobody knows where; But if we do well here We shall do well there; And I could tell you no more, Should I preach a whole year!