The highest exercise of imagination is not to devise what has no existence, but rather to perceive what really exists, though unseen by the outward eye-not creation, but insight.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowO little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIntelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowEveryone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow