With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep... - William Wordsworth

"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"

"Not without hope we suffer and we mourn."

"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"

"Habit rules the unreflecting herd."

"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;"