Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent. – William Wordsworth
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – William Wordsworth
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind. – William Wordsworth
That best portion of a mans life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. – William Wordsworth
The crow in his purity I believe is seen and heard only in the North. Before you reach the Potomac there is an infusion of a weaker element, the fish-crow, whose helpless feminine call contrasts strongly with the hearty masculine caw of the original Simon. – John Burroughs, “Winter Sunshine”