But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant

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.

The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?

I am no bird

It's a shame that we have to choose between two such second-rate countries as the USSR and the USA.

We have to do a better job at the work of anthropology if we hope to maintain our role in the public discourse.

All altruism springs from putting yourself in the other person's place.

Increasingly, staying in the middle class - let alone aspiring to become middle class - is becoming a game of chance.

Our account does not rob the mathematicians of their science... In point of fact they do not need the infinite and do not use it.

As for UFO's ... I do believe there is a dimension that we don't understand. Not sure about little green martians, though.

I wrote for Roseanne. I wrote her stand-up act with her. I wrote with Tom Arnold. There was a period when I was working with them pretty steadily. But I would take brief gigs here and there.

I can’t remember that I was ever looking for anything. I was waiting for something to touch me. It’s like, I’ll be open to it, and see if it moves me. There has to be a "falling in love" moment.