Quote by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

• She was a phantom of delight
  When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
  A lovely apparition, sent
  To be a moment's ornament.

• To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

• Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!
  Thou soul is the eternity of thought!
  That giv'st to forms and images a breath
  And everlasting motion! Not in vain
  By day or star-light thus from by first dawn
  Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me
  The passions that build up our human soul,
  Not with the mean and vulgar works of man,
  But with high objects, with enduring things,
  With life and nature, purifying thus
  The elements of feeling and of thought,
  And sanctifying, by such discipline
  Both pain and fear, until we recognize
  A grandeur in the beatings of the heart.

• A mind forever voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.

• What though the radiance which was once so bright
  Be not forever taken from my sight,
  Though nothing can bring back the hour
  Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
  Grief not, rather find,
  Strength in what remains behind,
  In the primal sympathy
  Which having been must ever be,
  In the soothing thoughts that spring
  Out of Human suffering,
  In the faith that looks through death
  In years that bring philophic mind.

• That best portion of a good man's life,
  His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.