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Danh ngôn của William Wordsworth (Sứ mệnh: 8)

Faith is a passionate intuition.
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
To begin, begin.
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.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
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 flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
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.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
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.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
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.
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
The child is father of the man.
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.