“Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.”

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.

And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

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.