Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.

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.

Reading aloud means no skipping, no skimming, no cutting to the chase.

Everything is recycled in India, even dreams.

Every family has secrets, Reena, and they’re there for a reason.

I'm looking for a woman who's head is mixed up like mine.

I've taken [acting] class with Larry Moss, who's more kind of in the theater world, so he's really educated me about playwrights.

Without ELF, I'm just an empty shell. I'll always love E.L.F., even if E.L.F. already forgot about SJ.

It's no use analyzing your life the whole time. Those analyses won't help you when you're dead

We make real that to which we pay attention. The Master knows this. The Master places himself at choice with regard to that which she chooses to make real.

We are an age without leaders. We stopped having leaders at the end of the 20th century