“...and in thy voice I catch the language of my former heart, and read my former pleasures in the shooting lights of thy wild eyes.” 

“A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.” 

“The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.” 

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” 

“The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.” 

“A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?” 

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...” 

"“Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop Than when we soar.”"

“For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.” 

“I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...” 

“What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.” 

“A deep distress hath humanised my soul.” 

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.