Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. – William Wordsworth
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. – William Wordsworth

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. – William Wordsworth
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. – William Wordsworth
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – William Wordsworth
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. – William Wordsworth