The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
The child is father of the man.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
To begin, begin.
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
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