Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, life is but an empty dream! for the soul is dead that slumbers — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard the bells on christmas day their old familiar carols play and mild and sweet the words repeat.. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The heights by great men reached and kept / were not attained by sudden flight. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow