A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Act-act in the living present!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Act-act in the living Present!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them but what is universal.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All things come round to him who will but wait.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All things must change to something new to something strange.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow