William Cowper Quote

The poetry of the earth is never dead

All our discontents about what we want appeared to me to spring from the want of thankfulness for what we have.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness

Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the mind of man