I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

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

The wealthiest man among us is the best

I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.

How is it that you live, and what is it you do?