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

Quote by William Wordsworth

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What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power...

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power...

With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and...

With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and...

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself...

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself...

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in...

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in...

Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will...

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will...

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay...

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay...

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my...

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my...

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

To begin, begin.

To begin, begin.

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free...

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free...

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not...

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not...

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too...

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too...

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

The child is father of the man.

The child is father of the man.