Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good:Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

— William Wordsworth

Duty were our games.

— William Wordsworth

Every great and original writer in proportion as he is great and original must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

— William Wordsworth

Faith is a passionate intuition.

— William Wordsworth

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love as if to keep it warm.

— William Wordsworth

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart

— William Wordsworth

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

— William Wordsworth

For 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 of almost savage torpor... To this tendency of life and manners the literature and theatrical exhibitions of the country have conformed themselves.

— William Wordsworth

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.

— William Wordsworth

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.

— William Wordsworth