When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country--am I to be blamed?

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.

In a job you trade your freedom and time for money.

See it (your situations) with your eyes but direct it to God

The world will be a better place when everyone becomes a leader

In darkness I follow the light and find my way to the beginning again, and again, and again.

Dedicate yourself to continuous personal improvement you are your most precious resource

National languages are all huge systems of vested interests which sullenly resist critical inquiry.

We are much mistaken if we think that men are always brave from a principle of valor, or women chaste from a principle of modesty.

Functions of technical information, historic record, analytic argument, which are integral and obvious to Dante's use of verse are now almost completely a part of the 'prosaic'.

I thought long and hard about my future this past year and during the offseason, and I've decided 2015 will be the last time I compete for a championship.

Intimacy is a difficult art.