An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
You were made perfectly to be loved – and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.
Light tomorrow with today!
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.