William Wordsworth

Come forth into the light of things, let Nature be your teacher.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

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.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

The child is father of the man.

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.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now for ever taken from my sight, though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; we will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.