With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony and the deep power of joy we see into the life of things.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
The child is father of the man.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass glory in the flower. We will grieve not rather find strength in what remains behind.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Life is divided into three terms – that which was which is and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present and from the present to live better in the future.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root and in that freedom bold.