“All that we behold is full of blessings.”

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

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

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

Love betters what is best.

May books and nature be their early joy!

One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.

And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.

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

More smiling, less worrying. More compassion, less judgment. More blessed, less stressed. More love, less hate.

Independence I have long considered as the grand blessing of life, the basis of every virtue; and independence I will ever secure by contracting my wants, though I were to live on a barren heath.

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

Some things I loved have vanished. A great many others have been given to me.

Reflect upon your present blessings.

My eyes are a blessing yet in times like this I envy the blind.

My roots touched mother earth and she blessed me with her color. Brown skin is beautiful.

And as the sun smiles to bless this new day, I inhale life, and journey on.