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

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars

Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love

Neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness

The child is father of the man

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams