I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.

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.

Free verse is like free love

As Eternity has reckonedThere's a lifetime in a second

There are certain natures of which the mutual influence is such, that the more they say, the more they have to say. For these out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion, amalgamation.

You're unusual. That's better than popular if you have some courage.

I would like to have windshield wipers that do the whole windshield, please.

When we hear a story of the abuse of a child or the abuse of women almost all people are appalled by instances of that kind.

The suffering is in the mind. The mind. In the mind. Witness it. From your spiritual heart.

With the ancient is wisdom; and in length of days understanding.

Pain is less subject than pleasure to careless expression.

They're our next-door neighbors, and you can actually see Russia from land here in Alaska, from an island in Alaska.