Quotes by William Wordsworth

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

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.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

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

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

That best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.