Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
William WordsworthNot in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all
William WordsworthThe common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.
William Wordsworth