Whoso loves believes the impossible

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

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.

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

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

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 love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.