How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
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- Who so loves believes the impossible.
- The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.
- A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, in science, but she fears to let the perfect action take her part and rest there: she must prove what she can do before she does it, — prate of woman’s rights, of woman’s mission, woman’s function, till the men (who are prating, too, on their side) cry, A woman’s function plainly is… to talk. Poor souls, they are very reasonably vexed!
- It is not merely the likeness which is precious… but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing… the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever! It is the very sanctification of portraits I think — and it is not at all monstrous in me to say that I would rather have such a memorial of one I dearly loved, than the noblest Artist’s work ever produced.
- Measure not the work until the day’s out and the labor’s done.
- Eve is a twofold mystery.