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.

I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, "Write!"

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.

There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.

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

OF writing many books there is no end; And I who have written much in prose and verse For others' uses, will write now for mine,- Will write my story for my better self, As when you paint your portrait for a friend, Who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it Long after he has ceased to love you, just To hold together what he was and is.

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?