A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – William Wordsworth
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – William Wordsworth

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – William Wordsworth
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – William Wordsworth
That best portion of a mans life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. – William Wordsworth
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. – William Wordsworth