But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.

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.

I don't like lollipops.

Vous travaillez pour l'armee, madame?' (You are working for the army?), a Frenchwoman said to me early in the Vietnam war, on hearing I had three sons.

When everything was right, something was bound to go wrong. (Jessica)

A lonely person on a college campus is never more than a few minutes and a bad decision from company.

Tomorrow is the mysterious unknown guest.

If you can just actually let the character be for a bit, then you get the right sense.

Tis ever thus: indulgence spoils the base; Raising up pride, and lawless turbulence, Like noxious vapors from the fulsome marsh When morning shines upon it.

The disconnection of Church and State was a master stroke for freedom and harmony.

When I wrote the words and I have the music, I felt, wow, you know, this has got to be right. I got to sing it right.

We need a race to the top so that we have policies and regulations that protect human rights, the environment and that reduce poverty.