Quotes from Wordsworth

For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude

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 travelled among unknown men in lands beyond the sea . . .

For all good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings...

Getting and spending we lay waste our powers.

Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity

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

Love betters what is best