Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIt is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLet us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow