To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

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.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn’t know what he is doing.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

That best portion of a man’s life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

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.

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

To begin, begin.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

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.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

The child is father of the man.

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

The best portion of a good man’s life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.