“But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.”

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

There is creation in the eye.

Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.

Rest and be thankful.

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.

The meaning in life is not out there but in between our ears. In many ways this makes us the lords of creation.

If God created us in his own image, we have more than reciprocated.

The men who create power make an indispensable contribution to the nation’s greatness.

I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else.

God created the world with a great variety of flowers of all colours.

I think God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.

The basic need of the creator is independence.

When God breathed His life into you, He filled you with greatness and purpose. Like good seed planted in the dirt, you were created to rise above every obstacle.