William wordsworth

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

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

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.

A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state...

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

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.