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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away."

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A.E. Samaan

"We may fight for the cause of international peace because we are very fond of fighting."

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"If we fought wars with laughter instead of bullets, you would die laughing instead of just dying."

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"Hope for peace!Dream for peace!Act for peace!Live in peace!Life is for peace!"

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"Focus on peace not on war.Love, live, share and care."

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"Fret not, fret not."

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"The sweetest melody that playson starry nights and wintry days,most soothing to my listening earsand calming to beleaguering fears,I call a symphony on air-the song of sweet, still silence rare."

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A.E. Samaan

"Let us make the earth peaceful to enjoy the joy and beauty of spring."

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"In the company of ignorance, be silent...or join the suffering."

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"Peace comes at a price, often only at the end of a hard-fought battle."

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"If you are right, no one will bother you in this world. If you do not hurt anyone in this world, or you have no intention of hurting anyone, then no one can hurt you."

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams With its illusions aspirations dreams! Book of Beginnings Story without End Each maid a heroine and each man a friend!"

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"To persevere in one's duty and to be silent is the best answer to calumny."

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"It is too late! Ah, nothing is too lateTill the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.Cato learned Greek at eighty; SophoclesWrote his grand Oedipus, and SimonidesBore off the prize of verse from his compeers,When each had numbered more than fourscore years,And Theophrastus, at fourscore and ten,Had but begun his Characters of Men.Chaucer, at Woodstock with the nightingales,At sixty wrote the Canterbury Tales;Goethe at Weimar, toiling to the last,Completed Faust when eighty years were past,These are indeed exceptions; but they showHow far the gulf-stream of our youth may flowInto the arctic regions of our lives.Where little else than life itself survives."

Wisdom

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do."

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads."

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away."

Peace

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Resolve and thou art free."

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"The heights by men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night."

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer."

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful soundSeems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thoughtAs Hermes with his lyre in sleep profoundThe hundred wakeful eyes of Argus bound;For I am weary, and am overwroughtWith too much toil, with too much care distraught,And with the iron crown of anguish crowned.Lay thy soft hand upon my brow and cheek,O peaceful Sleep! until from pain releasedI breathe again uninterrupted breath!Ah, with what subtile meaning did the GreekCall thee the lesser mystery at the feastWhereof the greater mystery is death!"

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