“Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mother's face.”
More from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“I heard the bells on Christmas Day, their old, familiar carols play. And wild and sweet,…”
“If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each life sorrow and…”
“I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart.”
“Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes…”