The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.

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.

Lui mi dava e mi toglieva e volevo supplicarlo di smetterla.

I did this night promise my wife never to go to bed without calling upon God upon my knees in prayer.

Fishing's relaxing, man. Most relaxing thing in my life. It's therapy for me. I don't think about business... sports. All I think about is catching the next fish.

The Great Commission will not get done if we’re not ready to risk our lives and the lives of our family.

I'm not exaggerating when I say that the 761st was Patton's best tank unit and nobody knew about it.

I was never like, 'Oh, I really want to play Cinderella.' That's not necessarily always been the dream. But it's super fun to play a princess.

Let yourself daydream sometimes... Allow spontaneous images to come and go. Capture one in a sketch. These images express connections with your inner self.

More dreams are destroyed in bed than are ever found there.

To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

Prayer has a right to the word "ineffable." It is an hour of outpourings which words cannot express,--of that interior speech which we do not articulate, even when we employ it.