More from William Wordsworth
- It Is Not to Be Thought Of, l. 11 (1807)
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.Ode: Intimations of Immortality (1807), “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood” (1807)In contextAnd ‘t is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919), Lines written in Early Spring
More about maturity
Kurt Vonnegut1922–2007Cat’s Cradle (1963), Chapter 88
Democritus460–360 BCFreeman (1948), p. 152I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.
Albert Einstein1879–1955Out of My Later Years (1950), Ch. 2 “Self-Portrait” (1936), p. 5

