Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

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.

Joy bursts in our lives when we go about doing the good at hand and not trying to manipulate things and times to achieve joy.

Life is once. Forever.

You must change your approach in order to change your results.

Government is an inherently inflationary institution and will ever remain so until it is dispossessed of its monopoly of the supply of money.

Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing which keeps you from hope and love?

I stand above the tree level I am a tree I catch wind storm breaths My branches claw I drink sky It stretches me I don't care I catch jokes and luck from tall thin blue air

Silence is worse when you know it won't be broken.

Noam Chomsky skittles and skithers all over the political landscape to distract the reader’s attention from the plain truth.

I had not read George Eliot, so read a few. I felt ashamed I hadn't read "Middlemarch" before.