One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

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.

Nobody, who has not been in the interior of a family, can say what the difficulties of any individual of that family may be.

Oh my God, you're such a guy!" "I'm glad you noticed." The glint in his dark eyes was purely wicked.

Monica Seles: I'd hate to be next door to her on her wedding night.

Our stories are different; our pain is the same.

Meditation is listening to the divine within

Books have their destinies.

The empty swing set reminds us of this-- that bad won't be bad forever, and what is good can sometimes last a long, long time.

I like playing characters that, you know, a couple could go see the movie and one person could love him and one person could hate him.

My subject is my life, and my life is my subject.

Instead of of being so metaphorical with the rhyme, I was encouraged to go straight at it and hit it dead on and not waste time trying to cover things.