Wordsworth went to the Lakes, but he was never a lake poet. He found in stones the sermons he had already hidden there.

They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.

The vilest deeds like poison weeds Bloom well in prison air; It is only what is good in man That wastes and withers there.

Love is like a war; easy to start but hard to end and you never know where it might take you.

The optimist sees the donut, the pessimist sees the hole.

The true perfection of man lies not in what man has, but in what man is.

I don't like principles. I prefer prejudices.