I Love Thee To The Level Of

Much Of The Possibility Of Being Cheerful Comes From The Faculty Of Throwing Oneself Beyond Oneself.

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

Souls Are Gregarious In A Sense, But No Soul Touches Another, As A General Rule.

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

I Would Build A Cloudy House For My Thoughts To Live In; When For Earth Too Fancy-loose And Too Low For Heaven! Hush! I Talk My Dream Aloud - I Build It Bright To See, - I Build It On The Moonlit Cloud, To Which I Looked With Thee.