Bagian terindah dari kehidupan manusia yang baik, adalah segala tindakan yang kecil, tak bernama, terlupakan, dari kebaikan dan cinta.
The good die first.
Duty were our games.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest – Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.
Our meddlesome intellect misshapen the beauteous form of things.
Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart.
The child is father of the man.
Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
Let Nature be your teacher.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
That best portion of a man’s life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
Rest and be thankful.