Henry Longfellow Quotes (7 Quotes)

Ah, how good it feels The hand of an old friend.

There is not grief that does not speak.

Ah, to build, to build That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, are merely shadows cast by outward things on stone or canvas, having in themselves no separate existence. Architecture, existing in itself, and not in seeming a something it is not, surpasses them as substance shadow.

You know I say just what I think, and nothing more and less. I cannot say one thing and mean another.

The secret anniversaries of the heart.

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where For, who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroken And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

Yes, we must ever be friends and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest