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.

A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

The plague of gold strikes far and near.

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