Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHDelight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together. Humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
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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.
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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.
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Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
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Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
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Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
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By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
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One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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