William Wordsworth

The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.

There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.

Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.

The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.