William Wordsworth

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

To begin, begin.

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.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

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.

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

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

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

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.

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

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

Faith is a passionate intuition.

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