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“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
― William Wordsworth

“One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.”
― William Wordsworth

“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.”
― William Wordsworth

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...”
― William Wordsworth, The Major Works