Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain

Two human loves make one divine.

Who so loves believes the impossible.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.