"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:Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory do we come"
"Not without hope we suffer and we mourn."
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
"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."
"Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them."
"With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things."