Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?

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.

Joyful gratitude creates a happy life.

Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.

Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice.

I'm an angel in an earth suit.

I don't want our culture diluted. We need to close the borders now and let everyone assimilate to a Western, white, English-speaking way of life.

People always say you can't do a red lip if you have red hair but I've never shied away from it. I think you can absolutely do that. It's more about hair colour and complexion.

Only God can shape a flower, but any foolish child can pull it to pieces.

And at 19, you think you rule the world, and you can control things. And a lot of times, you don't.

That's what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?

The perfect man employs his mind as a mirror.