Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Quote by William Wordsworth

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

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

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I,...

Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I,...

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

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

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.

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...

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

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...

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and...

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and...

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

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...

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead...

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead...

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless...

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless...

But, why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain?

But, why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain?

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...

When a writer knows home in his heart, his heart must remain subtly apart from...

When a writer knows home in his heart, his heart must remain subtly apart from...

Real writers are those who want to write, need to write, have to write.

Real writers are those who want to write, need to write, have to write.