My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

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

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

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

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

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

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

The art of biography is more difficult than is generally supposed.

The eyes can often lie, not see what is essential. But the heart, never.

Love consists in this that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Of how many women might the history be comprised in those few words - 'she lived, suffered, and was buried'!

What we choose, changes us. What we love, transforms us.

The greatest mistake is in not being aware that others are Christ. There are very many people who will not discover it until their last day.

Not from my point of view....[Clinton] want[s] to move toward mandated government medicine, socialized medicine.

She can't help it,' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.

Pardon's the word to all.