“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 every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right.”

“Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar: but never doubt I love.”

“I have found the one whom my soul loves”