There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative — William Wordsworth
His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright. — William Wordsworth
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality. — William Wordsworth
Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind. — William Wordsworth