Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudi… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

Henry Wadsworth LongfellowPoet · American · 1807 – 1882

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