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.

The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.

That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.

The unconquerable pang of despised love.