William Wordsworth

“Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart.”

“The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.”

“The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.”

“The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.”

“For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.”

“For I have learnedTo look on nature, not as in the hourOf thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimesThe still, sad music of humanity,Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample powerTo chasten and subdue. And I have feltA presence that disturbs me with the joyOf elevated thoughts; a sense sublimeOf something far more deeply interfused,Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,And the round ocean and the living air,And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;A motion and a spirit, that impelsAll thinking things, all objects of all thought,And rolls through all things. Therefore am I stillA lover of the meadows and the woods,And mountains; and of all that we beholdFrom this green earth; of all the mighty worldOf eye, and ear,—both what they half create,And what perceive; well pleased to recogniseIn nature and the language of the sense,The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soulOf all my moral being.”

“When from our better selves we have too longBeen parted by the hurrying world, and droop,Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,How gracious, how benign, is Solitude”

“In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.”

“Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her.”

“וְלִפְעָמִים, בְּשָׁכְבוֹ עַל יְצוּעוֹ ‎עֵת מְנוּחָה, אוֹ עֵת הָגוּת, הֵם בּוֹרְקִים בְּתוֹךְ בָּבַת־עֵינוֹ כְּשִׂיא אֹשְׁרָה שֶׁל הַבְּדִידוּת.”

“וְרִגְשׁוֹת־גִּיל חִיּוּנִיִּים יְרוֹמְמוּ אֶת גִּזְרָתָהּ לְגֹבַהּ אָצִיל, חֲזֵה־בְּתוּלֶיהָ יְטַפֵּחוּ.”

“בַּהֲלָךְ־הַנֶּפֶשׁ, בּוֹ מַחְשְׁבוֹת־נוֹעַם מַחְשְׁבוֹת־עֶצֶב מְבִיאוֹת אִתָּן.”

“‎תָּהָה, בָּהָה, שָׁקַע בְּמַחֲשָבָה, כֵּיצַד הֵבִיאָה לוֹ אוֹתָהּ חָזוּת – ‎חֶדְוָה.”

“רַבַּת עָגַם לִבִּי בְּיָדְעוֹ מַה הָאָדָם מֵהָאָדָם עוֹשֶׂה.”

“עַל־כָּרְחִי אֲנִי נִדְחָף לִשְׁפּוֹט כִּי שָׁם תַּעֲנוּג זָרוּחַ.”

“זִכָּרוֹן מֵאֲשֶׁר הָיָה וַאֲשֶׁר לֹא יִהְיֶה עוֹד.”

“כְּעָנָן בּוֹדֵד שׁוֹטֵט נוֹדֵד.”

“To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.”

“Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.”

“What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind.”