Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowNot enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThough the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWe judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow