More quotes by William Wordsworth

"The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast."
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
"Not without hope we suffer and we mourn."
"With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things."
"Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,Are a substantial world, both pure and good:Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,Our pastime and our happiness will grow."