The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind. William Wordsworth on age
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. William Wordsworth on age
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them. William Wordsworth on art
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this. William Wordsworth on beauty
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. William Wordsworth on best
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. William Wordsworth on best
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. William Wordsworth on business
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. William Wordsworth on business
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. William Wordsworth on freedom
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. William Wordsworth on future
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. William Wordsworth on good
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. William Wordsworth on life
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. William Wordsworth on life
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. William Wordsworth on music
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. William Wordsworth on music
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. William Wordsworth on nature
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. William Wordsworth on nature