William Wordsworth

“I wandered lonely as a cloud.”

“The child is father of the man.”

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”

“There is a comfort in the strength of love: Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.”

“By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.”

“Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.”