William Wordsworth

Faith is a passionate intuition.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

Getting and spending we lay waste our powers.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

The world is too much with us, late and soon getting and spending we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man Of moral evil and of good Than all the sages can.

To begin begin.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass glory in the flower. We will grieve not rather find strength in what remains behind.

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world and droop. Sick of its business of its pleasures tired how gracious how benign is solitude.

The child is father of the man.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Suffering is permanent obscure and dark And shares the nature of infinity.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness and not in utter nakedness but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

What we need is not the will to believe but the wish to find out.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

But an old age serene and bright and lovely as a Lapland night shall lead thee to thy grave.

A multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion, to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away, than what it leaves behind.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

The best portion of a good man's life is his little nameless unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony and the deep power of joy we see into the life of things.

Rapine avarice expense This is idolatry, and these we adore, Plain living and high thinking are no more.

I listened motionless and still, And as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more.

Life is divided into three terms - that which was which is and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present and from the present to live better in the future.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root and in that freedom bold.

Come forth into the light of things let nature be your teacher.

That best portion of a man's life his little nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

For I have learned to look on nature not as in the hour of thoughtless youth but hearing oftentimes the still sad music of humanity.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants, and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.