A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

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

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

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

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

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.

Most firefights go by so fast that acts of bravery or cowardice are more or less spontaneous. Soldiers might live the rest of their lives regretting a decision that they don’t even remember making

If someone thinks your ideas, the dreams bubbling up inside of you, are stupid, welcome to the Club.

I spend a lot of time talking to journalists.

It cuts like a knife, but it feels so right.

I don't really read too much. It really is counter to my energy. I can't sit down and concentrate on words.

A lot of countries do fight to maintain or expand their share of global investment in manufacturing.

The idea that the Tony committee and the New York theater community as a whole have embraced Billy Elliot is very, very exciting.

No matter how successful a relationship may be, both sexually and emotionally, the lack of money can hamper and undermine, little by little, even the greatest passion.

When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.