Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

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.

Regardless of whether luck or coincidence is involved, desires directed in the right way have a tendency to manifest.

I'm too much old-timer to be rude to a woman no matter what - they have so much of what we have none of.

The more I accomplish the more I realize how empty my life is.

I just sit down at the piano and rattle it off.

We may not be able to do any great thing; but if each of us will do something, however small it may be, a good deal will be accomplised for God.

Give as few orders as possible," his father had told him once long ago. "Once you've given orders on a subject, you must always give orders on that subject.

I'm scared shitless of heights.

Music has no borders, no race or color, no limits of country, no ethnicity. Music makes the people come together. Dance it,Dance all.

Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.

Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?