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.

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.

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.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Joblessness is an opportunity to fulfill purpose

Loving is effortless.. while Relationships, they require your time and patience... the two things we all lack..

God uses the flawed, the failures, and the imperfect to accomplish His perfect will.

Martyrdom has always been a proof of the intensity never of the correctness of a belief.

Words of affection howsoe'er expressed The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.

I love performing and having people hear my music more that anything.

Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.

Skillful pilots gain their reputation from storms and tempest.

Poetry is the breath of beauty.

I just try to do me and stay out of harms way.