Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowAh, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow