You're something between a dream and a miracle.

Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.

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.

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

My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.

The devil's most devilish when respectable.

New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!