How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowEvery great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowOh, 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 LongfellowAh! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow