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.
William Wordsworth

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

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

Faith is a passionate intuition.
William Wordsworth

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
William Wordsworth

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.
William Wordsworth

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
William Wordsworth

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

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

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.
William Wordsworth


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.
William Wordsworth

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.
William Wordsworth

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
William Wordsworth

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
William Wordsworth

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

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.
William Wordsworth

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
William Wordsworth

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

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

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