The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way.
William WordsworthOne impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
William WordsworthOften have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.
William WordsworthGive all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.
William Wordsworth