I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

Earth's crammed with Heaven.

I work with patience, which is almost power.

Some people always sigh in thanking God.

Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.

The English have a scornful insular way Of calling the French light.

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.