one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

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.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears.

Before verse can be human again it must learn to be brutal.

Fortitude: That quality of mind which does not care what happens so long as it does not happen to us.

I'm a cynical idealist.

The Cross is the blazing fire at which the flame of our love is kindled, but we have to get near enough for its sparks to fall on us.

Comedy's so subjective, and if someone comes to watch, doesn't get it, doesn't find it funny, then fine.

Being a heart throb would be crazy.

I don't know what the future holds. Anything is possible.

When I experienced altered states of consciousness, my whole philosophical structure crumbled, and that terrified me. And what scared me the most was the realisation that death was not the end!

He bats like a lightning rod.