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

There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.

That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.

What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.

A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together. Humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.

Love her faults knowing she is a flower growing.

Keep blooming the flowers look beautiful on you.

There is so much rain in my heart and yet it feels so empty. Then I remember, for flowers to grow, you need sunshine too.

Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them.

You know, maybe I was just born in the wrong time, but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday, he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room.

I do not find it easy to send the flower of our youth, our finest young men, into battle.

Children are like buds in a garden and should be carefully and lovingly nurtured, as they are the future of the nation and the citizens of tomorrow.