When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude. – William Wordsworth
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. – 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
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesnt know what he is doing. – William Wordsworth