Where'er a noble deed is wrought, Where'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowI dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTo say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow