Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowNo man is so poor as that. As well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing worth giving to the sea, because they are not rivers. Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSo Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThree silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowFor it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow