Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.

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 boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

The difference between a ‘man’ and a ‘father’ is that the former shares his genes, but latter gives his life.

So love is rest? The cosy corner? The little nook?Sometimes it ought to be. Sometimes it is.

CAVILER, n. A critic of our own work.

Remember, you are moving toward a lifetime commitment. Whatever is concealed now will eventually be revealed.

I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.

Faith actually moves no mountains, but instead raises them up where there were none before.

If you should encounter angry or unkind actions today, take a deep breath, reach deep within and greet the lack of love with love.

Why should a person come to the cross? Why should a person embrace death? With Christ? Because it's the only way that God can get glory out of a human being!

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.