The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

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.

The mere fact that things are not working well does not mean things cannot work well. Mind your lens

A great teacher not only teaches, they cultivate green fields to grow beautiful flowers to spread the fragrance of peace, happiness, and prosperity.

Faith grows when it is planted in the fertile soil of God’s Word.

Bring a raincoat, definitely ... or at Least a little umbrella that can fit in your bag, because it always does rain.

Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds.

I'd like to be the Princess. But I want a nice black crown, not a pink crown because I hate pink. I wanna be the naughty Princess from Roc Nation.

What a childhood I had. Once on my birthday my ol' man gave me a bat. The first day I played with it, it flew away.

Before selling, try to re-evaluate the company again and see where the stock sells in realtion to its book value.

In heaven we shall appear, not in armour, but in robes of glory. But here these are to be worn night and day; we must walk, work, and sleep in them, or else we are not true soldiers of Christ.

Methinks a father Is at the nuptial of his son a guest That best becomes the table.