Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. – William Wordsworth
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity. – William Wordsworth

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. – William Wordsworth
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity. – William Wordsworth
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – William Wordsworth