William Wordsworth

7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850


Another morn
Risen on mid-noon.
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very heaven!
There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble living and the noble dead.
Where the statue stood
Of Newton, with his prism and silent face,
The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.


On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."