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

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

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

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

Rest and be thankful.

Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop Than when we soar.

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be...

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

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

The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more.

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

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

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind.

The wiser mind mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.

Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.

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

Faith is a passionate intuition.

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

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

The poet's darling.