Too Much Beauty, I Reckon, Is Nothing

She Lived, We'll Say, A Harmless Life, She Called A Virtuous Life, A Quiet Life, Which Was Not Life At All (but That She Had Not Lived Enough To Know)

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.

No Man Can Be Called Friendless Who Has God And The Companionship Of Good Books.

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose Fire-hearts Sowed Our Furrows When The World Was Worthy Of Such Men.