I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.

God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.

And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing... the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever! It is the very sanctification of portraits I think - and it is not at all monstrous in me to say that I would rather have such a memorial of one I dearly loved, than the noblest Artist's work ever produced.