Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – 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

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – 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
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – William Wordsworth
To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together… humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self. – William Wordsworth