For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude

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.

Carrying a grudge in your heart or in your mind is like carrying a bunch of thorns on your body. You are just choosing to prick yourself with it.

She was beautiful, but her youth, the very awkwardness of her age, prevented her from flaunting it.

Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?” asked Scrimgeour.“No, I’m not, ” retorted Hermione. “I’m hoping to do some good in the world!

House rule number nine. No roach shall drink or eat out of the good cups in the kitchen. The plastic cups are in the pantry.

Will turned around slowly, wiping blood from his face. "You're glaring at me," he said to Magnus. "You look like Church before he bites someone.

I prefer being able to see my opponent. It is just different for me; I didn't grow up with the internet age really.

In both Surfing the Himalayas and Snowboarding to Nirvana, I have tried to transmit as best I could the spirit of humor, and the sense of humor of the monks I have encountered.

I don't need to be liked.

Do I suffer for my art? Well, I get a lot of flatulence when I'm nervous.

Money doesn't excite me - my ideas excite me.