Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowEvery 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 LongfellowWe judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow