Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSimplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the snow-drop or lily of the valley, is the peculiar fascination of beauty, to which it lends enchantment, and gives what amiability is to the mind.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLife is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow