Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade, A timely carolling.
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
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.
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
Fiction; inner thoughts of Elisha True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.
Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells.
Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you ’ll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble?
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.