The Large White Owl That With Eye

For None Can Express Thee, Though All Should Approve Thee. I Love Thee So, Dear, That I Only Can Love Thee.

We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And Take Imagination... Down Our Earth To Rake.

Let Us Be Content To Work To Do The Things We Can, And Not Presume To Fret Because It's Little.

Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before They Grow The Ivy.

It Is Not Merely The Likeness Which Is Precious... But The Association And The Sense Of Nearness Involved In The Thing... The Fact Of The Very Shadow Of The Person Lying There Fixed Forever! It Is The Very Sanctification Of Portraits I Think - And It Is Not At All Monstrous In Me To Say That I Would Rather Have Such A Memorial Of One I Dearly Loved, Than The Noblest Artist's Work Ever Produced.