A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – William Wordsworth
That best portion of a mans life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. – William Wordsworth

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – William Wordsworth
That best portion of a mans life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. – William Wordsworth
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face. – William Wordsworth
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. – William Wordsworth