“Let Nature be your teacher.”

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.

The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.

The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.

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!

Yet through all this stress the forest is maintained in marvelous beauty.

Nature brings solace in all troubles.

It is reasonable that forces directed toward bodies depend on the nature and the quantity of matter of such bodies, as happens in the case of magnetic bodies.

A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.

We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.

Love is life on a higher plain of existence, working through man to unite the forces of nature into a perfect whole.

Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without.

When you’re surrounded by flowers, you breath better.