Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. - William Wordsworth
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
"With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things."
"When from our better selves we have too longBeen parted by the hurrying world, and droop,Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,How gracious, how benign, is Solitude"
"My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;"
"Habit rules the unreflecting herd."
"Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind;In the primal sympathyWhich having been must ever be..."