And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.
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 LongfellowAutumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTo be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable for the want of intellectual power. Whenever Nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow