William Wordsworth

“Je me promenais solitaire comme un nuage.”

“L'enfant est le père de l'homme.”

“Remplissez votre papier des souffles de votre cœur.”

“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.”