“How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.”
Freedom
“The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.”
AgeAll Quotes by William Wordsworth
“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.”
Strength“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.”
Music“Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.”
Art“The child is father of the man.”
Dad“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.”
Business“Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.”
Wisdom“Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.”
Sports“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.”
Beauty“With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.”
Life“Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.”
Power“The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.”
Age“Faith is a passionate intuition.”
Faith“Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.”
Hope“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 is solitude.”
Business“The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.”
Best“That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.”
Best“Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.”
Nature“But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.”
Age“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.”
Music