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.

Two human loves make one divine.

The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.

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.

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.