Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – William Wordsworth
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. – William Wordsworth

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – William Wordsworth
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. – William Wordsworth
The best portion of a good mans life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. – William Wordsworth
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. – William Wordsworth