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.

Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

I work with patience, which is almost power.

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

True knowledge comes only through suffering.

The growing drama has outgrown such toys Of simulated stature, face, and speech: It also peradventure may outgrow The simulation of the painted scene, Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume, And take for a worthier stage the soul itself, Its shifting fancies and celestial lights, With all its grand orchestral silences To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds.

We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.