I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you
Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.
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.
No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God.
My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
Our Euripides the human,
With his droppings of warm tears,
and his touchings of things common
Till they rose to meet the spheres.
I am one who could have forgotten the plague, listening to Boccaccio's stories; and I am not ashamed of it.
Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.
Yet love me-wilt thou? Open thine heart wide,
And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.