Who so loves believes the impossible.

Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.

My sun sets to rise again.

The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.

God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame.

Light tomorrow with today.

With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes.

Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

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

Earth's crammed with heaven... But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God, But only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.

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

Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.