“Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.”

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.

The Child is father of the Man.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.

Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.

For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.