What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLove makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTrust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow