Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!

The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with no stoicism and some ambition, care more for my poems than for my poetic reputation.

Silence is the best response to a fool.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough that she alone has looked at him with eyes that, large or small, have won his soul.

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.