My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.

And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.

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

I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low for Heaven! Hush! I talk my dream aloud - I build it bright to see, - I build it on the moonlit cloud, To which I looked with thee.

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.