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

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.

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

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

A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

All that we behold is full of blessings.

Wisdom married to immortal verse.

We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.

We live by admiration, hope and love.

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

There is more value in placing a flower in a rifle barrel than making war. As Jimi Hendrix used to say, musical notes have more importance than bullets.

Try to believe that still within you are flowers left to bloom.

Maybe we are supposed to break, so that through our cracks our flowers can grow.

A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.

The lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.

You bloom one day, you do not on another. This is life and every flower doesn’t require the same amount of sunshine.