Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. – William Wordsworth
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. – William Wordsworth

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. – William Wordsworth
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. – William Wordsworth
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude. – William Wordsworth
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – William Wordsworth