Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThere's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowFor his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow